اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Those freight cars rolling slow don't know I'm lonesome
As I'm sittin' watch them creeping slowly by
From my window here in back looking down that railroad track
I hear them click and clack they're wondering why
I'll bet my friends all say she was a vision
A dream I thought I'd seen when there was none
Once I saw her walking there headin' down the track somewhere
Her glowing golden hair glows in the sun
And I know she'll be coming back again
Walking slow she will hear me cry and then
I will go to her and say how I'll show her everyday
I've loved her so and I've wondered where she's been
[ dobro ]
When work is done I sit here by my window
I stay here till the day is just a gleam
When the sounds of hurtin' night echo in the fading light
I wonder if it's right to love a dream
And the whistle of a train remains my signal
I stare off into where the freight has gone
But the rails join in the west and my heart's the lonliest
It says I should have guessed we'd be alone
And I know she'll be coming back again...
