Guysborough Train Songtext
von Stan Rogers

Now there′s no train to Guysborough
Or so the man says
So it might be a good place to be
So I sit in this station
And I count up my change
And I wait for the Guysborough train

Now I've sat in your kitchens
And talked about walls
And I′ve sung of your withering babe
Shattered your temples
And I've brought on your fall
Now I wait for the Guysborough train

And I ride for all time
On the Guysborough line
And I grow by the North County rain
And the North Shore's begotten
The man I′ve become
In rags on the Guysborough train


No train to Guysborough
Now ain′t that a shame
Though I know there will be one in time
And the house that's alone
It soon will be gone
Razed for the Guysborough line

And I ride for all time
On the Guysborough line
And I grow by the North County rain
And the North Shore′s begotten
The man I've become
In rags on the Guysborough train

Now the people, they′re simple
Like Mayflower sweet
Both grown by that North County rain
The interval is clear
But will it soon disappear
Under the Guysborough train?

And I ride for all time
On the Guysborough line
And I grow by the North County rain
And the North Shore's begotten
The man I′ve become
In rags on the Guysborough train


Now I ride for all time
On the Guysborough line
And I grow by the North County rain
And the North Shore's begotten
The man I've become
In rags on the Guysborough train