James Keelaghan - Harvest train

Hark and listen to the ^Gwhistle of the train G* Am Pulling from the station to the land of the golden grain When we return again our ^Cfriends will drink our ^Fhealth 'Cause there's ^Amno place here where there ain't such cheer As the ^Gland of the golden ^Dhell

Molly dear, I greatly fear that ^Gsoon I will be gone G* Am I am going away on a harvest train to the far off Saskatchewan To reap the grain on a western ^Cplain, where the buffalo used to ^Froam And I'll ^Amleave you alone when you're arriving home To ^Gmy dear calling ^Dboys

Molly dear, when night is near and ^GI am far away G* Am With loving heart you'll do your part and for me you will pray When the kids are fed they go to bed and you'll ^Cstand out on the ^Flawn You ^Amwon't even sigh for your absent boy In the ^Gfar Saskatche^Dwan, yeah

Molly dear, dry up your tears, I'll ^Gsoon be home again G* Am My pockets lined with the gold I'll find in the fields of the golden grain Never far, I'll go a-^Csoar to the far Saskatche^Fwan For ^Amnearly a year my body was here In our ^Glittle island ^Dhome

Hark and listen to the ^Gwhistle of the train G* Am We are pulling from the station and we're homeward bound again When we return again our ^Cfriends will drink our ^Fhealth 'Cause there's ^Amno place here and there ain't such cheer As the ^Gland of the golden ^Dhell

Land of the golden ^Amhell^G___^C___^D_, ye^Amah___^Em___ Am G C D Am Em Am G Am