Lincoln's Funeral Train Lyrics

On the 21st of April
18 and 65
3: 31 left Washington
For Lincoln's last train ride
Cannons boom
The bonfires burn
The evergreens were grey
3: 31 in the morning sun
The hearse that journey made

See that train coming, boys
Rolling down the main
Draped in black, she won't be back
It's Lincoln's funeral train
With the portrait of a modern man
Shot down by a traitor
Now toll the bell, and bid farewell
To the great emancipator

Crowds jammed the streets for a final look
At the great man who had stood
At the country's helm through the bitter war
That seemed us little good
But held by the bullet of John Wilkes Booth
As the banner died away
His guidance helped to reconcile
Why abscence brought dismay

See that train coming, boys
Rolling down the main
Draped in black, she won't be back
It's Lincoln's funeral train
With the portrait of a modern man
Shot down by a traitor
Now toll the bell, and bid farewell
To the great emancipator

See that train coming, boys
Rolling down the main
Draped in black, she won't be back
It's Lincoln's funeral train
With the portrait of a modern man
Shot down by a traitor
Just toll the bell, and bid farewell
To the great emancipator

Now toll the bell and bid farewell
To the great emancipator