Gro o�
Oh-ooh-ooh,
I'm
standing here in the station,
my heart is filled with pain,
and somewhere in the distance,
I can hear that old freight train.
weeks now since we parted.
You love another I know,
and in my dreams each evening
I hear
that old freight train whistle blow.
It's too late now my little darling,
I'll never see you again.
I've just torn up your picture,
there goes the pieces I'm glad.
I wonder if you're smiling,
or maybe little darling you're sad.
I hear that old freight train blowin',
see it rollin' down the track.
I don't know where I'm goin',
but I do know I'll earn thee back.
And the pastel behind me
ain't even sayin'
goodbye.
I think I'll go back to my homeland.
Goodbye little darling, goodbye.
