This old train coming down the railroad track:
Old train are you bringing my Grandma back?
You took her away, quite awhile ago,
Matter of fact, it's been a couple of weeks or so.

You just come puffing down that old track,
Blowing smoke all the way to Halifax and back.
Up in town, they say, there comes old thirty five,
Blowing that old whistle so loud, land sakes alive.

I'm waiting here to meet her, no matter how long,
She's coming home for Christmas, to sing a special song..
She's my little Grandma, don't you know?
She's lived with us since my Grandpa had to go.

So pick up some speed, and bring her back to me,
She'll help Mother with all the desserts, don't you see?
So I'm watching for you to bring her back to me,
I don't mean to fuss, but she's my Grandma, you see.

She took me to pick berries, helped to make a dress,
Once, for another Christmas. She was the very best
I never thought I could, ever, make a dress alone,
But she taught me how and I need her, so please bring her home.

Christmas is almost upon us, And we really need her here,
It's her speciality to make the dressing, and to fill us all with cheer.
Hurry now, snow flakes are falling, the ground is turning white,
So come on old train, bring home my grandma, tonight.

Copyright © Pearlie Duncan Walker
December 7, 1999
Dedicated to my grandmother Ida Duncan

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