Live at the Time Cafe with Ian Jenkins and Lyall Brown
Spring Hill Station in ’88 I do believe I’ve come too late The trains no longer stop today The station’s sadly in decay. The homesick traveller, with welcome smile Greets his loved ones, not seen awhile The journey’s end, familiar sight The station fires warm the night. In days of old this must have been A place of bustle and gushing steam As engines hauled their welcome loads Along our nation’s iron roads. But Spring Hill Station is coming down The railway’s passed another town I photograph what I can see For soon it’s all just memory. Spring Hill Station in ’88 I do believe I’ve come too late I photograph what I can see For now it’s all just memory. © Jim Low
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