Lyrics:
right up and yell
Hey porter! Hey porter
It's getting light outside
This old train is puffing smoke
And I have to strain my eyes
But ask that engineer if
uttered idle words or vain
If I have turned aside from want or pain
Lest I offend some other through the strain
Dear Lord, forgive
Forgive the sins I
The conversation with the flying plates
I wish I were in love again
No more pain
No more strain
Now I'm sane
But I would rather be ga, ga
The pulled out
laughing, like we always did
My same old, same old friend
Until a quarter-to-ten
I saw the strain creep in
He seems distracted and I know just what is
stretch down south
Won't ever stand the strain
And I need you more than want you
And I want you for all time
And the Wichita Lineman
Is still
stretch down south
Won't ever stand the strain
And I need you more than want you
And I want you for all time
And the Wichita Lineman
Is still
And you'll strain once again to the sound of the gulls
In the wake of the deep plough, sharing
Heavy horses, move the land under me
Behind the plough
And You Wonder Just What Lies Beyond
Though You've Been There Before
And Forget About The Effort And The Strain
Always Ascending
Each Yard Adds A Mile
alone have heard this lovely strain,
I alone have heard this glad refrain:
Must it be forever inside of me,
Why can't I let it go,
Why can't I let you
the final solution
To strengthen the strain
Waiting to follow the worms
Waiting to turn on the showers
And fire the ovens
Waiting for the queens
Day after day I'm more confused
So I look for the light in the pouring rain
You know that's a game that I hate to lose
I'm feelin' the strain
I feel a song coming on
And I'm a-warning you
It's a victorious, happy and glorious new strain
I feel a song coming on
It's a melody full
mistake?
Here am I lonely (lonely)
Left here with only (only)
A room full of tears
(A room full of tears)
All this strain and all this pain
Is just
from the strain of time
But their love's just as strong as that night in the mine
A hundred-and-ten grandchildren
Now the moral of this story has
alone have heard this lovely strain,
I alone have heard this glad refrain,
Must it be forever inside of me,
Why can't I let it go,
Why can't I let you
Glo-glo-gloria
Angels we have heard on high
Sweetly singing over the plain
And the mountains in reply
Echoing their joyous strains
a fight,
Slaying the enemy and smiting the strong.
Let a strain be played on musical harps,
And let many quarts be filled on the table,
With high spirit,
alone have heard this lovely strain,
I alone have heard this glad refrain:
Must it be forever inside of me,
Why can't I let it go,
Why can't I let you
asleep
To stand right up and yell.
Hey porter! Hey porter!
It's getting light outside.
This old train is puffin' smoke,
And I have to strain my
alone have heard this lovely strain,
I alone have heard this glad refrain:
Must it be forever inside of me,
Why can't I let it go,
Why can't I let you
ain't asleep to stand right up and yell.
Hey, Porter! Hey Porter!
It's getting light outside.
This old train is puffin' smoke and I have to strain
keeps rolling along
You and me, we sweat and strain
Bodies all aching and wracked with pain
Tote that barge and lift that bale
You get a little
And the sails begin to strain
And the deck's piled high with apple pie
We head for port again
And down the whirling starcase
So swift our ponies fly
It must strain you to look down so far from your father's house
And I know what a louse like me in his house could do for you
I'm the cream
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