With shudders, noise, and billowed smoke
The train shoots down the rails,
A blur with every steamy stroke,
This life of hills and vales.
With shudders, noise, and billowed smoke
The train shoots down the rails,
A blur with every steamy stroke,
This life of hills and vales.
Your post made me think of the song “Life’s Railway to Heaven.” Are you familiar with it? We sing it every once in a while at Keltonburg. Have a great Lord’s Day Randal!
Eugene, I think that’s the song that Richard Hill likes so much. He shared it somewhere, on TFR, I think, but I can’t find it now.