I.
Will there really be a morning
When the night has gone,
Will there be a dawn
To great me urge me to go on,
Is there no harm for me
To even love again
Will there really be a morning
Or is this the end
II.
Will there really be a sunlight
When the darkness dies
Will the strength to last
To be there, to fight the peasants side
The nights are so endless
Endless as it seems
Will there really be a morning
Or is this the dream
III.
Days had come, and days had past
I wish the morning stayed
I prayed that would last
For in those mornings
I could see what it meant to be free
IV.
Will there really be light again
When the star had fades
Will I reach out and touch it
For will I'll be afraid
I just hope that still be there
Just I may see
Will there really be a morning
To come for me
For in those mornings
I could see what it meant to be free
(Repeat IV `till fade)Written by (traditional).
I went down to the station
I leaned up against the door
Yeah, I went down to the station
I leaned up against the door
I said good-bye to my sweet, ride on
I said now, she couldn't use me no more
It was a mean old fireman
And a cruel old engineer
He was a mean old fireman
And a cruel old engineer
Yes, takin' way my sweet woman
And left me standing here
break:
I used to roll my baby
Till she - was forced to jump and shout
I used to roll my sweet baby
Till she was forced to jump and shout
Now that train pulls in boys
And I'll come walkin out
I heard the fireman blow the whistle
And the engineer ring the bell
I heard the fireman blow the whistle
And engineer ring the bell
I knew it was time boys
To - bid my baby farewell
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