In the dawn's early light from a long and sleepless night
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She returned again this morning from her long and restless flight
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And her red hollow eyes did not show her much surprise
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As she lay right down beside me like she never said goodbye
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Please help me stationmaster, is the evening train on time
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The wells run dry up yonder there's another down the line
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It was all I could bear just to watch her lying there
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Disowned and ragged princess with the sun locked in her hair
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So cold, so frail with her mind locked in a jail
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A victim of confusion, never knowing she could fail
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Please help me stationmaster, is the evening train on time
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The wells run dry up yonder there's another down the line
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So I rocked her to sleep and I got up on my feet
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And the day was filled with sunshine as I gazed across the street
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And the door seemed to say over here step this way
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The station is for travelers even you must ride someday
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Please help me stationmaster, is the evening train on time
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The wells run dry up yonder there's another down the line
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Please help be stationmaster, can I stay for just awhile
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Forgive me if I'm weary I ain't have much - much time to smile
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Station Master
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| Gordon Lightfoot |
