In the hush of dawn, when the first light gleams,
A train rolls forth, whispering dreams,
With iron wheels that sing a tune,
It's bound for the skies, 'neath the crescent moon.
Papaw’s laughter, like a gentle breeze,
Rides on the wind through the rustling trees,
He loved the engines that thundered and roared,
Each whistle a story, each journey adored.
Now as the conductor calls, ...