Relics of the Beeching Axe, br Reminding me of better days, br A brace of rusty railway tracks br Divide and go their separate ways. br br The cutting walls rise, cool and steep, br Shutting out the waning light, br Sharing secrets that they keep br With no-one else but me tonight. br br And halfway through and just ahead, br Crouching there, beside the line, br A long-forgotten railway shed br That sends a shiver down my spine. br br I dare not stop - I dare not peep br Inside that dark, decrepit room. br Keep it hidden. Let it sleep. br And leave behind the wretched gloom.