(daryl burgess/tom britt)
Can you hear it cross the valley
Can you hear that mournful sound
Im riding rails of silver
Going to where Im bound
High above the fields of clover
On a lazy, hot july
When I get to where Im going
Ill hold my head up high
I will roll across these mountains
I will take the last train out
Riding rails of silver
Going to where Im bound
Roses, dust and ashes
Throw them where I lay
And if by chance you see me
Therell be no sorrow on my face
For I will see the beauty
I only wish that you could see
Ill leave my body weakened
Ill leave my soul to wander free, so free
So if you should see a diamond
Fall down from the sky
Its just a teardrop
From the corner of my eye
As good-bye, as I fly
To where Im bound