Train to Santa Fe


Verse 1: Mountains and Vast Grassland
Dry streambeds in a while
Lonely cattle here and there
Vast plains overlooking peaks
Hills grow into mountains
And mountains touch the clouds

Verse 2: Rainfall and Gloomy Clouds
There’s raindrops on windows
A lullaby of metal and rain
Tunnels, bridges, creaking,
The clouds play hide and seek
And sunlight is half amused

Verse 3: Villages and Happy Folks
Clay houses, quaint townlets
Hurriedly waving past the train
A cow enjoying the dreamy day
A dog minding her business
And pitchforks and hay lying idle


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