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EmNow there's no train to GuysbAorough DOr so the man sGays, soC it might be a goGod place tBmo be EmI sit in this sAtation, andD I count up my chanGge And IC wait for thBme Guysborough tEmrain A C
Now I've sat in your kitchens And talked about walls, and I've sung about your withering pain Shattered your temples, and I've brought on your fall Now I wait for the Guysborough train
AAnd I ride for all time, on the GuysborouEmgh line AAnd I grow by thCe North County rEmain And Athe North Shore's begun, tEmhe man I've becCome In rags, on Bmthe Guysborough trEmain A C
No train to Guysborough Now ain't that a shame, though I know there will be one in time And the house that's alone, it soon will be gone Razed for the Guysborough line People are simple Like mayflower sweet, both grown by that North County rain The interval is clear, will it soon disappear Under the Guysborough train'