The Belfast Train (Paul O'Brien)

 

The mainline

Passed right by our door

Ten trains an hour, maybe more

And I prayed to God at night

My soul to keep

And those freight trains

Would rock me to sleep

 

When I was twelve

We moved away

To a place with grass and fields

Where we could play

But Id lie in my bed

At night and weep

No freight trains

To rock me to sleep

 

I can steel feel the wind

I can still hear the rain

I can still count the carriages

Of the Belfast train

 

Well I grew up

And learned how to pretend

Lying in the dark

At the days end

Id pretend that

The Lord my soul would keep

And that freight trains

Were rocking me to sleep

 

I can steel feel the wind

I can still hear the rain

I can still count the carriages

Of the Belfast train

 

Couplings jerk and rattle

I can hear the axels groan

And I listen in the dark

As the trains they shake my home

 

I get older

And further away

But I still use that trick

To this day

I pretend

The Lord my soul will keep

And that freight trains

Are rocking me to sleep

I pretend that

The Lord my soul will keep

And that freight trains

Are rocking me to sleep

 

I can steel feel the wind

I can still hear the rain

I can still count the carriages

Of the Belfast train