Travel is a good thing!

THE railroad track is miles away, 

　　　　  And the day is loud with voices speaking,  

　　  Yet there isn't a train goes by all day 

　　　　  But I hear its whistle shrieking. 

　　  All night there isn't a train goes by, 

　　　　  Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming,  

　　  But I see its cinders red on the sky, 

　　　　  And hear its engine steaming. 

　　  My heart is warm with the friends I make, 

　　　　  And better friends I'll not be knowing;  

　　  Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take, 

　　　　  No matter where it's going.