The Old Depot

 

Sometimes when the day is ending

And I happen to pass by,

The old depot there on Main Street

Will just sort of catch my eye.

The memories that cross my mind - -

I can close my eyes and see

The luggage wagons all lined up

And folks waitin’ patiently.

 

There was a certain kind of feelin’

That you just can’t quite explain

When you heard the whistle blowin’

Just before you saw the train.

Then with big white light a-shinin’,

Searchin' all along the track,

You could see the locomotive

Lookin’ mighty big and black.

 

There would be the mixed emotions

As the train was drawing near;

Some were waiting for their loved ones -

Others leaving someone dear.

You would see the fond embraces,

And then each would go their way;

As the old train left the station

To return some other day.

 

The old depot is still standing,

But it seems that there should be

A light burning in the window - -

Some folks lookin’ out to see

The flickering of a headlight

Still brightening up the track

And a steaming locomotive

Lookin’ mighty big and black.

 

          Jerry Barrett

Copyright 1980 - Jerry Barrett