Slow Train Comin' کے بول

I see a slow train coming Up over the hill Still got miles to go But even so I feel the shaking still The light at Thompson’s Station In the last seconds of dusk Paints a funeral So beautiful To the memory of us And now I'm waiting by the phone A slowly breaking heart that knows You’re gonna make me lonesome when you go The bones down by the river Beneath the waning Moon While the crows feed on The carrion They’ll feed on us too soon I sold my heart for stolen gold I played my part so I suppose You’re gonna make me lonesome when you go I see a slow train coming Up over the hill Still got miles to go But even so I feel the shaking still