You can hear the hissing rain,
As it drops onto the waiting train,
The whistle blows,
The fire glows,
And out the station goes the train,
You can hear the engine roar,
As the power gets more and more,
It speeds along the track,
With a click and a clack
Animals part in its way
As it crosses a country in a day
The engines at the end
And in the dying roar
The fire glowed no more,
