paroles de chanson Harvest Train - James Keelaghan

Hark and listen to the whistle of the train
Pullin' from the station to the land of the golden grain
When we return again, our friends will drink our health
Cause there's no place here where there is such cheer
As the land of the golden pelt

Molly Dear, I greatly fear that soon I will be gone
I am going away on a harvest train to the far Saskatchewan
To reap the grain on a western plain, where the buffalo used to roam
And I'll leave you alone in your island home
My dear Colleen Bawn

Molly dear, when night is near and I am far away
With loving heart, you'll do your part, and for me you will pray
When the kids are fed, they go to bed and you'll stand out on the lawn
You will heave a sigh for your absent boy
In the far Saskatchewan, yeah

Molly dear, dry up your tears, I'll soon be home again
My pockets lined with the gold I'll find
In the fields of the golden grain
Nevermore I'll go a-soar to the far Saskatchewan
Or I'll leave you here my Molly dear
In our little Island home

Hark and listen to the whistle of the train
We are pullin' from the station and we're homeward bound again
When we return again our friends will drink our health
Cause there's no place here where there is such cheer
As the land of the golden pelt

Land of the Golden Pelt, yeah