Lyrics




Train of Dreams

Westward ho, westward ho, westward ho the cry it went
And men of god to die were sent
Westward ho, the call still rings we were poor
But in our hearts we were kings

Like a diamond deeply flawed, we served only to surrender
But we were proud come the fall, I remember I remember
Across the mountains and the plains in fear and love aboard that black train
Armed with pills and secret codes and lust for power and gold

Whores and thieves and desperados all along the line
In hopes of reachin’ El Dorado before their dyin’ time
Spirits sing out on the plains in the whistle of the ghost train
That carried all their dreams away like rivers in the rain

Westward ho the cry resounded
In the mud our dreams had foundered
Westward Ho the call still rings we are poor
But in our hearts we are kings

We left them on the roadside between nowhere and goodbye
Before we see their like again it will be a long, long time
If they won or if they lost, regardless of the toll
They didn’t flinch or give an inch and paid their own parole

Westward ho, westward ho, westward ho the cry it went
And men of god to die were sent
Westward ho, the call still rings we were poor
But in our hearts we were kings

I believe that over all fortune plays an even hand
And there will always be a reckoning according to her plan
Tho’ for everything remembered there is something we forget
In my memory the rising road comes up to meet us yet

Out on a beaten track somewhere beneath a cross-road sign
I’m wonderin’ if I’m in your prayers for surely you’re in mine
For all we lost it wasn’t pride tho’ there was a price to pay
We will enter our house justified on the dawn of judgement day

Westward ho, westward ho, westward ho
Westward ho, westward ho, westward ho
Westward ho, westward ho, westward ho

© Des Wade – Geoff Datson 2018