Train whistle blowing, makes a sleepy noise,
Underneath their blankets go all the girls and boys.

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Rocking, rolling, riding, out along the bay,
All bound for Morningtown, many miles away.

Driver at the engine, fireman rings the bell,
Sand man swings the lantern, to show that all is well.

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Maybe it is raining where our train will ride;
All the little travellers are warm and snug inside.

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Somewhere there is sunshine, somewhere there is day,

Somewhere there is Morningtown, many miles away.

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