Pentangle - Train Song
Transcribed from the CD
'Early Classics'
January 2003 Doug Johnson*
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(ba-du-dum, ba-ba-badoy)
Fare thee well, little lady
Trains are carrying me
One and a two, three and a four thousand miles
Miles from you1
Thought I tried my best
To be your man
Can't you see, can't you feel that burning into my soul?
Don't you understand?
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Love is a basket of light
Grasp it so tight
Shining bright just ain't right to be caught in the night
Caught in the basket of light2
| 1) |
Marie suggests
There they were little lady:
Trains a-gatherin' near One and a two, three and a four, Thousand a miles Miles from you...
D. Payne suggests
Fare thee well, little lady.
Trains are carrying me One and a two, three and a four thousand miles Miles from you. |
| 2) |
Marie suggests
Love is a basket of light
Graspin' so tight Shinin' bright just ain't right To be caught in the night... Caught in a basket of light...
D. Payne suggests
Love is a basket of light.
Grasping [grasp it?] so tight. Shining bright just ain't right to be caught in the night. Caught in a basket of light. |