Now there s no train to Guysborough
Or so the man says, so it might be a good place to be
I sit in this station, and I count up my change
And I wait for the Guysborough train
Now I ve sat in your kitchens
And talked about walls, and I ve sung about your withering pain
Shattered your temples, and I ve brought on your fall
Now I wait for the Guysborough train
And I ride for all time, on the Guysborough line
And I grow by the North County rain
And the North Shore s begun, the man I ve become
In rags, on the Guysborough train
No train to Guysborough
Now ain t that a shame, though I know there will be one in time
And the house that s alone, it soon will be gone
Razed for the Guysborough line
People are simple
Like mayflower sweet, both grown by that North County rain
The interval is clear, will it soon disappear
Under the Guysborough train?
