The railroad track is miles away, br And the day is loud with voices speaking, br Yet there isn't a train goes by all day br But I hear its whistle shrieking. br br All night there isn't a train goes by, br Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming, br But I see its cinders red on the sky, br And hear its engine steaming. br br My heart is warm with friends I make, br And better friends I'll not be knowing; br Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take, br No matter where it's going.br br Edna St.