[Verse 1] I packed my bags and left the States, with a banjo in my hand, Heard tales of a place where engines race, in a far-off island land. Sodor’s callin’, bright and bold, with tracks that twist and wind, I’m bound to see what’s waitin’ for me, with an open heart and mind. [Chorus] Oh, Sodor shines where the engines roll, with a whistle and a hum, From Tidmouth Sheds to the hills of red, where the steam trains run. I’m just a stranger in this land so green, but it feels like home to me, On the Island of Sodor, where the rails run free. [Verse 2] Met Thomas puffin’ down the line, his blue coat gleamin’ bright, He tipped his funnel, said, “Climb aboard, I’ll show you Sodor’s sights.” We rolled by Brendam Docks so wide, where Cranky lifts the load, Past Knapford Station’s hustle and shine, where the iron horses strode. [Chorus] Oh, Sodor shines where the engines roll, with a whistle and a hum, From Tidmouth Sheds to the hills of red, where the steam trains run. I’m just a stranger in this land so green, but it feels like home to me, On the Island of Sodor, where the rails run free. [Bridge] The Narrow Gauge climbs the Culdee Fell, where the air’s so crisp and thin, Sir Handel and Peter Sam, they know every curve and bend. The Fat Controller tips his hat, keeps the railway right on time, Every engine’s got a tale to tell, in this land of rhythm and rhyme. [Verse 3] At Vicarstown, I strummed my strings, with folks who danced and sang, The Skarloey Railway’s whistle rang, as the evening shadows sprang. From Gordon’s speed to Percy’s cheer, each engine’s got a soul, Sodor’s heart beats loud and clear, where the steel and stories roll. [Chorus] Oh, Sodor shines where the engines roll, with a whistle and a hum, From Tidmouth Sheds to the hills of red, where the steam trains run. I’m just a stranger in this land so green, but it feels like home to me, On the Island of Sodor, where the rails run free. [Outro] I’ll leave my heart on Sodor’s shore, though I’ll ramble back someday, With my banjo tuned to the engine’s roar, and the songs I learned to play. So here’s to Sodor, land of steam, where dreams and rails entwine, This American’s found a home, sweet home, where the sun and steel align.
