To me there was never any drawback
it was just simply child's play
looking back down the old track
it was a typical British railway.
It was just brilliant in its heyday
chugging along with a smokestack
through tunnels and the odd archway
I can safely say I never looked back.
All those hard workers on the payroll
leaving memories along the track
spending all day shovelling coal
everything they wore and owned black.
Some days their breath dried and they cried
from the young lad to the station guard
but they all had something called pride
even though their memory's were all scarred.
The whistle could be heard "all aboard"
and off it would go chugging
the steam puffed and the engine roared
regardless of the carriages it was tugging.
Through every village an every vale
it relentlessly ploughed
along each track and each trail
leaving its white fluffy cloud.
Travelling along tootling down
from hill to hill down the track
from coast to each and every town
and I never looked back.
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 12:38 AM UTC
To me there was never any drawback
it was just simply child's play
looking back down the old track
it was a typical British railway.
It was just brilliant in its heyday
chugging along with a smokestack
through tunnels and the odd archway
I can safely say I never looked back.
All those hard workers on the payroll
leaving memories along the track
spending all day shovelling coal
everything they wore and owned black.
Some days their breath dried and they cried
from the young lad to the station guard
but they all had something called pride
even though their memory's were all scarred.
The whistle could be heard "all aboard"
and off it would go chugging
the steam puffed and the engine roared
regardless of the carriages it was tugging.
Through every village an every vale
it relentlessly ploughed
along each track and each trail
leaving its white fluffy cloud.
Travelling along tootling down
from hill to hill down the track
from coast to each and every town
and I never looked back.