each time i hear the whistling
come through the pouring rain
i travel to a distant land
upon that restless train
i travel to a distant land
within the low refrain

the lonesome call flies on the wind
and on my ear it falls
to tempt me to some sunny place
where lyric meadows call
to tempt me to some sunny place
beyond these stifling walls

i leave behind my tiring thoughts
and life's too weary schemes
i journey to an inner realm
away from somber themes
i journey to an inner realm
upon the wings of dreams

the whistle of each passing train
has cause to lure my soul
to someplace that's devoid of care
away from ice and snow
to someplace that's devoid of care
where only flowers grow...

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