Faster than fairies, faster than witches,
Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches;
And charging along like troops in a battle
All through the meadows the horses and cattle:
All of the sights of the hill and the plain
Fly as thick as driving rain;
And ever again, in the wink of an eye,
Painted stations whistle by.
I've drived upwards, and downwards the slope
I've andured and done in days before
I've longed for all and bit farwell tto hope
I've lived and loved and closed the door
I could never forget I could never regret
Painted stations that passed away
There is a time for you and time for me
To set forward the route and move awaaaaaayyy
Here is a child who clambers and scrambles,
All by himself and gathering brambles;
Here is a tramp who stands and gazes;
And here is the green for stringing the daisies!
I've drived upwards, and downwards the slope
I've andured and done in days before
I've longed for all and bit farwell tto hope
I've lived and loved and closed the door
I could never forget I could never regret
Painted stations that passed away
There is a time for you and time for me
To set forward the route and move awaaaaaayyy
(Words by R.L. Stevenson)
