There’s a train already come, There’s a train already come, Her hands are birds, her heart a drum – Lo these many years There’s a horse upon a yard, There’s a horse upon a yard, The blooms are sweet, the stems are hard – Lo these many years There’s a kiss nobody saw By the bridge, upon a wall. There’s a house caught on with fire, And news of him sent on a wire ... There’s a train now gone from view, There’s a train now gone from view, Her heart is still, her eyes are too – Lo these many years