Hey boys gather 'round. We'll put it up and they'll tear it down. Hey boys rockabye. Kiss the pretty girls goodbye. . Hey boys up on high. Don't you stop till you reach the sky.
Did you hear Gabriel blow his horn?. It's what sent those black birds on their way. Into this house we born to be. . Like an arrow shot over the mountain.
As I listen to the wheels. Hear them going 'round and 'round. It reminds me of the train. That still makes a lonely sound. . It reminds me of the girl.