(Verse 1) Down in Shelburne Falls, where the rivers flow, There's a trolley named #10, with a story to show. On the tracks of history, it rolls with pride, Through the valleys and hills, where memories abide. (Chorus) Oh, trolley #10, you're a rolling dream, Carrying folks through the countryside's gleam. With your bell a-ringin', you never fail, Trolley #10, on your iron trail. (Verse 2) From Colrain to Shelburne, you make your run, Underneath the golden setting sun. With your wooden frame and your sturdy wheels, You're the heart of the town, in its fields. (Chorus) Oh, trolley #10, you're a rolling dream, Carrying folks through the countryside's gleam. With your bell a-ringin', you never fail, Trolley #10, on your iron trail. (Bridge) Through autumn's blaze and winter's chill, You climb the hills with iron will. In springtime's bloom and summer's heat, You keep on rolling, to every beat. (Verse 3) Generations have ridden upon your floor, Telling tales of days gone by, and more. With each clickety-clack of your tracks below, You carry the spirit of long ago. (Chorus) Oh, trolley #10, you're a rolling dream, Carrying folks through the countryside's gleam. With your bell a-ringin', you never fail, Trolley #10, on your iron trail. (Outro) So here's to #10, may you ever roam, Through the valleys and hills you call home. In the heart of Shelburne, forever alive, Trolley #10, may you thrive and thrive.
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