Travel

The railroad track is miles away,

And today loud noises are speaking,

Yet there isn't a train coming

But lo! It's whistle is shrieking.

All night there isn't a train passing by,

The night is still for sleeping and dreaming

But I see its cinders red on the sky,

And its engine is steaming.

My heart is warm with friends I make

And better friends I'll soon be knowing,

Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take,

No matter where it's going.