[Verse] The moon hangs high, a lantern in the sky, Tracks gleam silver where the shadows lie. Engines hum through the whispering pines, On the North Western & Missouri line. [Verse 2] The countryside sleeps, but the rails don’t rest, Steel wheels turning, heading east to west. The hills echo back that lonesome sound, A midnight train where dreams are bound. [Chorus] Night whistles calling, oh, they never slow, Through the fields and the valleys where the wild winds blow. Kids in their beds, they hear that steam, It weaves through their hearts, a rolling dream. [Verse 3] The fireman stokes while the engineer steers, Through the misty dark, where the night is clear. Farms and rivers, towns slip away, A journey that ends with the break of day. [Bridge] Lanterns swing at the station’s bend, A signal of work that will never end. From the countryside flat to the hills’ embrace, The rhythm of the rails is time’s own pace. [Chorus] Night whistles calling, oh, they never slow, Through the fields and the valleys where the wild winds blow. Kids in their beds, they hear that steam, It weaves through their hearts, a rolling dream.
