Music: Jerome Kern
Lyrics by P. G. Wodehouse
There's a train that pulls out in the twilight;
Quite the best on the list
of all trains that exist;
For it brings the commuters home.
When the stars up above shed their shy light,
Happy men come again
back to fair Flushing Main,
Auburndale, Little Neck, Plandome:
Every day, if you are that way
when shades of night are falling,
You can hear gentle voices a-calling
"All aboard, please! "
"All aboard, please! "
"All aboard, all aboard. "
Dear magic train that brings you home again,
How I shall wish it could fly!
How shall I worry and want it to hurry
And stare at the clock as the minutes crawl by!
Down at the gate I shall listen and wait:
Oh! How excited I'll be!
And how I'll cheer it each night when I hear it
Bringing you back to me!
It's quite a humble train, you know;
-- And some folks grumble that it's slow.
It stops to ponder now and then;
-- The air inside needs oxygen.
It's not like some trains known to fame;
-- But it's enchanted just the same.
It bumps as though the wheels were flat;
-- It rattles, too, but what of that?
Every bump and every jump
Seem but to whisper clearer:
"Getting near, getting near,
getting nearer!"
"Soon be home now!"
"Soon be home now!"
"Soon be home!"
"Soon be home!"
Dear magic train, hear it sing that refrain:
"Near, getting near, getting near!"
But while I'm in it I'll feel that each minute
is just about six times as long as a year;
If cruel fate made me one second late,
Goodness knows what I would do!
No train could be quick enough to suit me
When I'm coming back to you!
"All aboard! "
"All aboard! "
Dear magic train, hear it sing that refrain:
"Near, getting near, getting near!"
But while I'm in it I'll feel that each minute
is just about six times as long as a year;
If cruel fate made me one second late,
Goodness knows what I would do!
No train could be quick enough to suit me
When I'm coming back to you!
"All aboard, all aboard. "
Dear magic train, hear it sing that refrain:
"Near, getting near, getting near!"