Now there’s no train to Guysborough Or so the man said So it might be a good place to be So I sit in this station And I count up (out?) my change And I wait for the Guysborough train
Now I’ve sat in your kitchens And talked about walls And I’ve sung about your withering pain Shattered your temples And I’ve brought on your fall Now I wait for the Guysborough train
CHORUS And I ride for all time, on the Guysborough line And I grow by the North Country rain And the North Shore’s begun 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
People are (they're?) simple Like the rain clouds sweet Both grown by that North Country rain The Interval is clear Will it soon disappear Under the Guysborough train