THIS TRAIN WON'T STOP
In the city streets where I was born
People bowed their heads from dusk 'till dawn
Never realised the potential of their lives
'Till the reaper came to cut the corn
Some were born to live a life of ease
Never knowing suffering or disease
'Till that final day when judgement comes their way
Then they fall down on their knees and pray
This train won't stop
This train won't stop
This train won't stop
This train won't stop
This train won't stop
This train won't stop
'Till we reach the end of the line
In the golden fields of yesterday
Where the children used to laugh and play
You can hear the sound of a hammer breaking steel
When you take more than you give it never heals
I can see it rolling 'cross the sky
On the holy mountainside where eagles cry
Far from earth below where poisoned rivers flow
Where I free to let my soul and spirit fly
This train won't stop
This train won't stop
This train won't stop
This train won't stop
This train won't stop
This train won't stop
'Till we reach the end of the line
And will the road find it
And will its soul guide you down
When will we really see that higher love
When we reach the end of our lives
(repeat chorus)
See the reaper in the field
Time to get your spirit healed
Now the doors are open wide
There's no place that you can hide
Tell your children
Writer(s): Steve Winwood, Jim Capaldi
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