The Railway

 

In memories of steam, the smoke does clear

A child sits on a bridge of iron,

Beneath dangling legs the train has passed

The rhythmic sound fading, no, crying

Clickity-Clack, Clickity-Clack

Goes the wheels upon the track

Clickity-Clack, Clickity-Clack

Goes my daddy with his pack.

 

To a far off land in a geography book

Went a good friend, a dad to war,

The postman brought the telegram

Lost presumed dead, somewhere called Singapore.

Clickity-Clack, Clickity-Clack

Goes the wheels upon the track

Clickity-Clack, Clickity-Clack

Is daddy coming back.

 

Good news delivered, he´s alive and well

Building a railway track, the message reads,

Somewhere far away called Siam,

And he´s working for the Japanese.

Clickity-Clack, Clickity Clack

Goes the wheels upon the track

Clickity-Clack, Clickity-Clack

When is daddy coming back.

 

More news, good news?

Daddy´s brother has come to call,

 Talking, sighing, crying, weeping

Sounds reach me from the hall

Clickity-Clack, Clickity-Clack

Went the wheels upon the track

Clickity-Clack, Clickity-Clack

Why is mummy now wearing black.

Ron Taylor