Last Rider

A sign is made, the words are said
A flower falls to the ground
The vows are quick and the steam is thick
From the scrapper's yard he's bound
The love we see his fiery church
Come rolling, climbing from the hills
We proudly see his engine beam
As he stokes, smokes with his freewill
On a rocky ridge and an iron bridge
He hurdles through the town
You can see his spot from miles away
As he rattles underground
He makes no pause at the tunnel's jaws
Stone silence, his only fear
In the dark alone, his furnace glows
And the crackles at the sound he hears

The last miner, can you hear him cry?
The last miner, can you hear him cry?
The last miner, can you hear him cry?
As he's rushing, racing down the line

Long ago, deep thunder's arm
At Devil's speed he flies
Affronting to the spitting sea
Like a bird his whistle cries
And it thrills his blood as he leaps along
And it scatters and he turns to face the storm
For those whirling wills of straining stills
Throw sparks and they flicker in the dawn

The last miner, can you hear him cry?
The last miner, can you hear him cry?
The last miner, can you hear him cry?
As he's rushing, racing down the line

Can you hear the bell of a sweet fair welcome
Ringing through the night?
One final yawn with his foggy breath
And he breaks from where he stands
His heavy deed of fading steam
Well it spits and stares into his eyes
And the lasting thought of this mighty force
Then he steps turns to wave goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, yeah
Goodbye

The last miner, can you hear him cry?
The last miner, can you hear him cry?
The last miner, can you hear him cry?
As he's rushing, racing down the line