I GO down when the train comes in,
No matter what the day,
Where some arrive amid the din,
And others go away.
I see glad faces looking down
The track that rambles on
Far from the quiet little town,
Impatient to be gone.
But oh, the eyes most full of mirth
I see upon the train
Have seen the wonders of the earth
And then come home again.
Blest is the road that leads away
Where restless ones may roam;
But each loves best of all, one day,
The road that leads back home.
Ambition makes us all to dare
The far, intriguing track;
But when we’ve had enough of care
The heart will bring us back.