This song was written because I think a lot of us who grew up in the
50's miss the lonesome sound of the whistle late at night. Dad told me a few years before
he died I should write a song about the passing of the trains, it took many years but I
always knew I had to write it ,so dad here it is.
Here she comes-there she goes
Hear her when-her whistle blows
Smoke a rollin' from her stack
Every night I bring her back
Phantom trains of memory
Here she comes-there she goes
She was proud-and it still shows
Rolling stately down the track
She ain't never coming back
Phantom trains of memory
Cho:
Whistle blow again for me
Stir the stillness of my soul
I see her there in memory
1st.
I hear her thunder- rock and roll
2nd.
Steam so white-smoke black as coal
3rd.
It brings back again-what progress stole
One more time-let the whistle blow
Here she comes-there she goes
Lost to time-now no one knows
Lonesome whistles in the night
Steam that billows soft and white
Phantom trains of memory
Here she comes -there she goes
Living still - for me and those
Who loved to hear her thunder by
Lonesome whistles made us cry
Phantom trains of memory
"Trains Of
Memory"