Dream Train

Dream train

Oh the train is sweetly rolling and there's twilight in the air

And the new ploughed fields wear little shoots of green

And there's water by the wayside and the clouds are turning pink

And restfulness embraces everywhere.

And the nights are softly dreaming to the rhythm of the rails

To the soporific music of their song

And the passengers are bound into a night they cannot see

As darkness starts to gather all around.

There's a soft sort of contentment when there's nothing to be done

Save to rest upon the turning of the wheels

And remembering and forgetting seem an effort far too strong

For this dreaming place at rest between the worlds.