Life is like a mountain railroad
With an engineer that's brave
We must make the run successful
From the cradle to the grave
Watch the curves, the hills, the tunnels
Never falter, never fail
Keep your hand upon the throttle
And your eye upon the rail
Blessed Savior, Thou will guide us
Till we reach that blissful shore
Where the angels wait to join us
In Thy praise forevermore
Turn it around, Jimmy.
As you roll, across the trestle
Spanning Jordan, swelling tide
You'll behold the Union Depot
Into which your train will glide
There you go
you'll meet the superintendent, God the Father, God the Son, with extended hands he'll greet
you. Weary pilgrim, welcome home. Blessed Savior, thou will guide us till we reach that blissful shore
where the angels wait to join us in thy praise forevermore.
Forevermore.