Track 7 of the album Leopold Marsh · 2008
Slow Train Home to Lochmoor
“A late train breathing on an empty platform, which is really the whole record in one image. The horn comes in on the second verse and doesn't leave.”
neoclassical · neoclassical · cinematic · 3:36
Lyrics
The platform lamps are burning low The late train breathes and sighs I carry one worn leather bag And thirty years of goodbyes The hills are folded into dusk The river keeps its name I left this town a restless boy I'm coming back the same Slow train home to Lochmoor Carry me through the dark Past the farms and the sleeping fences To the door that kept its spark Every mile a memory Every wheel a prayer Slow train home to Lochmoor Someone's waiting there My father's coat still smells of pine My mother's kettle sings The window glass reflects my face And all the vanished things The conductor tips his weary cap He knows the hour is late But some roads only open up When we have learned to wait Slow train home to Lochmoor Carry me through the dark Past the farms and the sleeping fences To the door that kept its spark Every mile a memory Every wheel a prayer Slow train home to Lochmoor Someone's waiting there I do not need a welcome Brass or banner, drum or song Just a light left on the doorstep To tell me I belong And if the years have changed us If the words come slow and few I'll sit beside the fire And let the quiet speak for two Slow train home to Lochmoor Carry me through the dark Past the farms and the sleeping fences To the door that kept its spark Every mile a memory Every wheel a prayer Slow train home to Lochmoor Someone's waiting there Someone's waiting there Slow train, slow train, home