When the nightingale sings in the deep of the night,
And the robin, he sleeps on the wing,
Hear the toll of the bell, ringing out all is well,
And the city's golden light's shining on!
Ride the long black train, ride the long black train,
Takes us all, black train, take me home, black train!
Ride the long black train, ride the long black train,
Takes us all, black train, take me home, black train!
And the shadows we pass, turns my soul into glass,
And the streets that I walk are all tamed,
Hear the toll of the bell, ringing out all is well,
And the city's golden light's shining on!
Ride the long black train, ride the long black train,
Takes us all, black train, take me home, black train!
And the briar, and the rose, in the churchyard they grow,
'Neath the clocktower tall, all en - twined,
And the raven he flies 'round the oak, as she sighs,
And the candles they call out my name...
...to ride the long black train, ride the long black train,
Takes us all, black train, take me home, black train!
