Hear the whistle from the platform

    As the guard says “Time to go”.

See the green flag that waves briskly

    And the engine’s pull is slow.


Feel the rhythm and the motion

    As the train moves down the track

With the fireman on the footplate,

    And the guard’s van at the back.


See the steam blow from the funnel.

    Hear the wheels beat down below.

Feel the rhythm of its heartbeat

    As with power and speed we go.


In the tunnel close the windows,

    Smell the smoke that’s blown inside;

 Taste the soot upon your taste buds

    As through the dark we glide.


We explode into bright sunshine,

    Passing through a high ravine.

Then clatter through a valley

     With its fresh pastoral scene.


See the cattle in the meadow

    Raise their heads as we pass by,

Whilst surging smoke drifts upwards

    To besmear the cloudless sky.


Here are factories and offices -

      A town appears in sight.

Feel the  s l o w i n g  - of -  the - engine,

    And it’s here that we alight.


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