The Fright Train

The fright train is coming down
I hear it just at hand
The fright train is coming down
I hear it just at hand
I hear the car wheels rolling black
All rocking through the land

I hear the bell and whistle
She's coming round the curve
I hear the bell and whistle
She's coming round the curve
She's playing all her flutes and brakes
And straining every nerve

She's nearing now the station
O baby, hold me tight
She's nearing now the station
O baby, hold me tight
You know I'll die a dozen times
For leaving you tonight

She's lеaving now the station
And now you're growing small
She's lеaving now the station
And now you're growing small
You know I'll cry a thousand tears
For letting myself fall