Whispering rails, whispering rails, how long has it been whispering rails?
Weeds and grass now hide your steel
I can't even see your crossties
Is this what happens whispering rails?
Once a railroad dies?
There's an old station house standing there
Its broken windows blank and cold
The stories it might tell of whispering rails
When once it watched over a great railroad.
I feel an empathy, not fully understood As I walk these whispering rails
Voices seem to speak, and it's deja vu
How long has it been, Whispering Rails?
Each rusty rail I touch, and every broken cross tie
Seems to whisper of a former day
Of fast trains, shiny rails, and hoboes on the fly.
I hear them whispering of fast freights
As they would go rushing through,
The Erie, The Rock Island, the Milwaukee, and Soo
But now the voices are slowly fading
And as I sing of their tales I will always wonder
How long has it been?
Whispering Rails

© Richard