We are going to Treherbert
Up on the railway track
We need to get some tokens out
To go up the single line and back
We go from Porth to Ystrad
With a token made of brass
Then it's changed for another one
For Treherbert, green as grass
It's busy with commuters
And the kids for all the schools
Take the locals to the small town shops
And the kids down to the pool
We are going to Treherbert
Up through the valleys bends
To a small old railway depot
Where the railway line now ends
Written by David Boyce
13 May 2009
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