Starlight on the Rails

I, can hear that whistle calling,
High and lonesome as can be;
Outside, the rain is softly falling;
To-night, it's falling just for me

Chorus:

Looking back, a-long this road I've traveled;
The miles could tell a million tales;
Each year, is like some rolling freight train,
And cold as starlight on the rails.

We'll miss the man but his songs and stories will go on.

Charley Noble