Harvest Train

Hark and listen to the whistle of the train
 Pullin' from the station to the land of the golden grain
 When we return again, our friends will drink our health
 Cause there's no place here where there is such cheer
 As the land of the golden pelt
 Molly Dear, I greatly fear that soon I will be gone
 I am going away on a harvest train to the far Saskatchewan
 To reap the grain on a western plain, where the buffalo used to roam
 And I'll leave you alone in your island home
 My dear Colleen Bawn
 Molly dear, when night is near and I am far away
 With loving heart, you'll do your part, and for me you will pray
 When the kids are fed, they go to bed and you'll stand out on the lawn
 You will heave a sigh for your absent boy
 In the far Saskatchewan, yeah
 Molly dear, dry up your tears, I'll soon be home again
 My pockets lined with the gold I'll find
 In the fields of the golden grain
 Nevermore I'll go a-soar to the far Saskatchewan
 Or I'll leave you here my Molly dear
 In our little Island home
 Hark and listen to the whistle of the train
 We are pullin' from the station and we're homeward bound again
 When we return again our friends will drink our health
 Cause there's no place here where there is such cheer
 As the land of the golden pelt
 Land of the Golden Pelt, yeah