Ghost Trains
Ghost Trains
I hear the Ghost trains thund’ring through
My memories tonight
Past the haunted Signal Box
Through stations dead as night
They’re hauling dreams I once believed
Would reach their journey’s end
But like my dreams it seems the train
De-railed just round the bend
The shade of an old conductor
Blew his whistle and cried “Let’s go”
My dreams seemed bright and fertile,
Strong as the old logo
Of staunch and solid British Rail
Before the treacherous cuts
But English Spirit can’t be beat
And though the branches shut
The ghost trains still are thundering through
Brass Nameplates brightly shine
Steam and metal, flames and soot
And reveries of mine.
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