Hank Snow
The Wreck of the Number Nine
On a cold winter's night not a star was in sightAnd the north wind came howling down the lineWith his sweetheart so dear stood a brave engineerWith his orders to pull old No 9She kissed him goodbye with a tear in her eyeBut the joy in his heart he could not hideOh the whole world seemed bright when she told him that nightThat tomorrow she'd be his blushing brideOh the wheels hummed a song as the train rolled alongAnd the black smoke came pouring from the stackAnd the headlight agleam seemed to brighten his dreamOf tomorrow when he'd be coming backHe steered around the hill and his brave heart stood stillFor a headlight was shining in his faceAnd he whispered a prayer as he drew on the airOr he knew this would be his final graceIn the wreck he was found lying there on the groundAnd he asked them to raise his weary headAs his breath slowly went this the message he sentTo the maiden who thought she would be wedThere's a little white home that I built for our ownWhere I dreamed we'd be happy by and byBut I leave it to you for I know you'll be trueTill we meet at the golden gate goodbye
From Letras Mania