Last Rider

A sign is made, the words are said A flower falls to the ground The vows are quick and the steam is thick From the scrapper's yard he's bound The love we see his fiery church Come rolling, climbing from the hills We proudly see his engine beam As he stokes, smokes with his freewill On a rocky ridge and an iron bridge He hurdles through the town You can see his spot from miles away As he rattles underground He makes no pause at the tunnel's jaws Stone silence, his only fear In the dark alone, his furnace glows And the crackles at the sound he hears The last miner, can you hear him cry? The last miner, can you hear him cry? The last miner, can you hear him cry? As he's rushing, racing down the line Long ago, deep thunder's arm At Devil's speed he flies Affronting to the spitting sea Like a bird his whistle cries And it thrills his blood as he leaps along And it scatters and he turns to face the storm For those whirling wills of straining stills Throw sparks and they flicker in the dawn The last miner, can you hear him cry? The last miner, can you hear him cry? The last miner, can you hear him cry? As he's rushing, racing down the line Can you hear the bell of a sweet fair welcome Ringing through the night? One final yawn with his foggy breath And he breaks from where he stands His heavy deed of fading steam Well it spits and stares into his eyes And the lasting thought of this mighty force Then he steps turns to wave goodbye Goodbye, goodbye, yeah Goodbye The last miner, can you hear him cry? The last miner, can you hear him cry? The last miner, can you hear him cry? As he's rushing, racing down the line --- Last Rider - Seth Lakeman