[00:00.00] 作词 : Tim Stafford
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Tim Stafford
[00:09.84]How long is this train son
[00:13.23]I heard his fragile voice
[00:18.33]I didn't want to listen but there really was no choice
[00:23.82]It seems like it goes on forever and I waited for so long
[00:31.44]The old man's breath came slow and smelled of whiskey in the dawn
[00:38.52]On a cold November morning in the gentle mist of rain
[00:45.90]There's just so many reasons that people wait to meet a train
[00:58.50]And as I waited for my sister to come down the metal stairs
[01:06.06]He told me that his son had not been home in fifteen years
[01:13.11]And I barely seemed to notice the tears behind his face
[01:20.82]But his wishes were no strangers to the people in this place
[01:29.91]The old man stood there waiting for a young man dressed in blue
[01:36.69]Then he handed him a neatly folded flag and said for you
[01:45.54]He said your son he died a hero in the service of this flag
[01:53.52]The old man took it gently put it in his paper bag
[02:00.33]Then I left him in the rain there but I'd still hear his voice
[02:07.89]I try hard not to listen but there really is no choice
[02:16.68]On a cold November morning in the gentle mist of rain
[02:24.06]There's just so many reasons that people wait to meet a train
[02:37.11]How long is this train son
[02:40.35]I can hear the pouring rain

作词 : Tim Stafford
作曲 : Tim Stafford
How long is this train son
I heard his fragile voice
I didn't want to listen but there really was no choice
It seems like it goes on forever and I waited for so long
The old man's breath came slow and smelled of whiskey in the dawn
On a cold November morning in the gentle mist of rain
There's just so many reasons that people wait to meet a train
And as I waited for my sister to come down the metal stairs
He told me that his son had not been home in fifteen years
And I barely seemed to notice the tears behind his face
But his wishes were no strangers to the people in this place
The old man stood there waiting for a young man dressed in blue
Then he handed him a neatly folded flag and said for you
He said your son he died a hero in the service of this flag
The old man took it gently put it in his paper bag
Then I left him in the rain there but I'd still hear his voice
I try hard not to listen but there really is no choice
On a cold November morning in the gentle mist of rain
There's just so many reasons that people wait to meet a train
How long is this train son
I can hear the pouring rain