LORD, TELL THE CHILDREN WHEN THEY FIND ME
THAT I DIED BUT NOT IN VAIN
THEY CAN FIND MY REINCARNATION IN THE WHISTLE OF A TRAIN
AND EACH TIME THEY HEAR THE WHISTLE BLOW
THROUGH THE STILLNESS OF THE LAND
THEY'LL KNOW THAT I WAS HAPPY AS A FREE BORN RAMBLIN' MAN
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