Boarded an eastbound train
In South Bend, Indiana,
Near the golden dome of Notre Dame
We passed the southern beaches
Of Lake Michigan in June
Carved from glaciers long ago
There were sleeping children
Near the Mohawk River
And stars above the great canal
I've hauled some barges in my day
Know every inch along the way
There was nothing you could say
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So, rock-a-bye now don't you cry
I'm gonna sing you a lullaby
*The Dream Man's coming in his train of cars
With moonbeam windows and with wheels of stars
So, hush you little ones and have no fear
The man-in-the-moon is the engineer
The railroad track is a moonbeam bright
That leads right up into the starry night
New York's narrow lakes
Look like fingers on a hand
When the ice retreated, there were deep scars upon the land
Took a deep breath when we crossed the state line
The night porter left a bottle of wine
Waved from my window to the pines
We road through the Berkshires in the early hours
And, if I were a painter, I would paint those flowers
In Cadmium Yellow and Phthalo Blue
But, colors run and flowers fade
And, clouds roll in and cast a shade
Best call it an even trade
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The wise Algonquin nation
Kept track of the seasons
They gave each moon a name
Inching towards the railway station,
Minutes from our destination,
Seven hundred miles from where we came
Time moves not by months but moons
Strawberry is the one for June
Hidden treasures tangled in the ground
Harvest in the silver light
We made our journey through the night
Rocking on the rails so safe and sound
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