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Thread #132943   Message #3102813
Posted By: GUEST,David Francey's wife
25-Feb-11 - 05:00 PM
Thread Name: Origins: Where the trains roll by
Subject: RE: Origins: Where the trains roll by
Hi there!
David Francey's wife, Beth here
That song is "Brakeman's Daughter off of David's award winning CD Far End of Summer
here are the words (below)
It was written when David worked as a carpenter - fixing an old factory beside a railway line - in Lennoxeville, Quebec
Hope that helps
beth@davidfrancey.com
www.davidfrancey.com

The Brakemans Daughter

Took a job at a factory by the railway side,
Where the trains roll by,
Where the trains roll by,

And a girl who was workin' there caught my eye,
Where the trains roll by,
Where the trains roll by.

She moved like a shadow, 'cross the factory floor,
Where the trains roll by,
Where the trains roll by

And I was watching from the shipping door,
Where the trains roll by,
Where the trains roll by.

And the lonesome sound of the whistles moan, night, y,
Echoes in my blood and bones,
Leaves us standing all alone,
With what we keep inside.

And the lonesome whistles, siren sound,
Echoes Queen street, up and down,
Echoes all around the town,
And across the river wide.

Upstairs it's the insect click of the boards,
Where the trains roll by,
Where the trains roll by,

Its all ones and zeros, and never a word,
Where the trains roll by,
Where the trains roll by,

We were putting in windows, looking south,
Where the trains roll by,
Where the trains roll by,

And she caught me standing with no words in my mouth,
Where the trains roll by,
Where the trains roll by.

And the lonesome sound of the whistles moan,
Echoes in my blood and bones,
Leaves us standing all alone,
With what we keep inside.

And the lonesome whistles siren sound,
Echoes Queen street, up and down,
Echoes all around the town,
And across the river wide.

It's a world I could visit, I could never stay,
Where the trains roll by,
Where the trains roll by,

I'll be gone by tomorrow at the end of the day,
Where the trains roll by,
Where the trains roll by.

And the lonesome whistles siren sound,
Echoes Queen street up and down,
Echoes all around the town,
And across the river wide.

Words and Music by David Francey Feb. 20, 1999.