3716 (Thirty-Seven Sixteen)
On a warm and peaceful Sunday, Through the early mornin’ haze.
I can hear the swirling water singing
There’s an air of youthful longing as I’m standing by the rails,
listening for that long forgotten ringing.
Then I hear a distant rumble, an old familiar call
for a time I feel my body trembling
Along a rugged mountain sill sill she rolls on into view,
just like the childhood dream I’ve been remembering.
Thirty-Seven Sixteen it’s good to see you
I just don’t recall how long it’s been
But the echo of your call still lives within us all
It’s so great to see you ride the rails again.
Her solemn face undaunted as she rolls on slowly by
Her blackened body glistening in the sun-lihgt
And I don’t suppose she’ll ever know just what she’s meant to me
as she rolls away and disappears from view.
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