A Town With No Train Poem by Paul Henry Dallaire

Town with no train

The old home town don't look the same
Since they took out the old train
And now the railroad tracks are asphalt at the station

And where the rail yard was it's a new library
A parking lot where stood Doran's Brewery
As I get off the bus in this town with no train

Verse:
Gone is the Hilltop Rendez-vous
the Pav and Leone's Rose Room
And the Maple Leaf hotel is just memory

And tho still stands the head frame of the mine
Ghost miners still pace the picket line
and country Folks love beer in this town with no train

Chorus:
And I can still hear mother callin me
From the old house on Hillside St
come home son the shadows lenghten fast

And from the past a coal train whistle blows
Near Mascioli's sand pit where as a boy I roamed
as I walk the streets in this town with no train

(Talk)
Then I awake and look around me
At the Welcome Home Hotel
Realizing time had passed and I'm much older now

And tho the end of Pine Street beckons me
The bone yard of what used to be
Where they'll lay me down in this town with no train

Chorus:
And I can still hear mother callin me
From the old house on Hillside Steet
come home son the shadows lengthen fast

And from the past a coal train whistle blow
Near Mascioli's sand pit where as a boy I roamed
As the snow falls on this town with no train

Chorus: Repeat
And I can still hear mother callin me
from the old house on Hillside street
Come home son the shadows lengthen fast

And from the past a coal train whistle blows
near Mascioli's sand pit where as a boy I roamed
as I board the bus in this town with no train


Paul Henry Dallaire
Paul Henry Pub.SOCAN
U.S.Rep: ASCAP