TRAVEL
The railroad track is miles away,
And the day is loud with voices speaking,
Yet there isn’t a train goes by all day
But I hear its whistle shrieking.
All night there isn’t a train goes by,
Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming
But I see its cinders red on the sky,
And hear its engine steaming.
My heart is warm with the friends I make,
And better friends I’ll not be knowing,
Yet there isn’t a train I wouldn’t take,
No matter where it’s going.
With thanks to Huger Foote, and in honor of Duquesne Whistle.
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did you ever hear a recording by the great railroad photographer, o. winston link, of a train approaching a level crossing whilst the carillon in a church across the street is playing christmas carols ? i haven’t found a link yet but you may already know it …
Haven’t heard it but it sounds wonderful. If you find a link, let me know.
there were two links, the sound balance seems better in this version
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RdWl4ur6hMM&feature=related
keep on bloggin
Beautiful, Tristan. I’m going to save the link and post the video on Christmas Eve this year.