For As The Final Train Appeared

For as the final train appeared And stopped beside the platform bare, The last to journey disembarked Then carried on their way, Some stayed behind to watch it leave With heavy heart and saddened tear, They saw the guard with flag in hand And looked on with dismay. For as he closed each carriage door Those days were gone for evermore. The Beeching axe of sixty five That tore the heart out of this place, And left a void no soul coul fill The cruellest cut of all, For when they closed the station down Then cleared the sit where it had stood, A way of life was sadly gone That few can now recall. Those olden days of coal and steam Alas they're now a fading dream. Twas built in eighteen seventy nine A building of such grace and charm, That I remember all too well When I was but a child, I saw its windows boarded up And then the slates fall from its roof, And watched it when reduced to dust Our village thus defiled. Across the line a cold wind blows For here now lies a thousand woes.