Train Song - Pentangle

Fair thee well little lady

Trains are gathering in

One and the two, three and the four thousand miles

Miles from you

Lord I tried my best

To be your man

Can you see, can you feel

That burning in the muscles?

Don’t you understand?

Love is a basket of light

Grasping so tight

Shining bright, just staying the right to be caught in the night

Caught in the basket of light