|
Deep Beneath the Stone
Home
We::blog
Your Blog
Emoticon Legend
Login::Signup
Login
Stories of Old
The Mountain's Secret
My Profile
Name: Marie
aka: CityKat
aka: Bubbles
Age: 18 - eek! I'm old...
Birthday: December 13
Zodiac: Sagittarius
Location: The box that is campus.
Loves: RH;MIT, music, friends, the outdoors, all of my hometowns, critters, WAGGGS
Fellow Tin Soldiers
Blog Links
Chicken Soup For The Souless -What goes on in Jesse's brain, nobody knows...
In ThE Tub WiTh SquIsHy -Christina's log, so just keep swimming!.
Lean On Me -Regan's digital and cryonable shoulder.
Manitoulin Wannabe -The heart of the island's where her heart lies.
One Ring... -Ali's blog. Her straight forward is kinda crooked.
Random Thoughts -It’s Jeff! And the voices!.
Searching in the Darkness -Lex's blog, we'll force him to see dawn one of these days.
Somewhere Over the Rainbow -It’s Kuriosity!
Super Spidey -A cookie and a kiss.
The World of Cr0magnus -Tech Reincarnated
Undead and Confused -My favourite Cool Kid!
Moutains and Valleys
Fun Links
Chris's Site -Games, Pics, Jokes... He's got it. And BESS can't get him.
F-Concept! Oi!Oi!Oi! -Leader's only!... okay, and Josh and Bubble!
havesomehats -All I'm saying is; elephants, checkered people, and top hats.
Sinfest -Funny as Hell. Thanks to Lex for getting me hooked.
Too Far North (Awesome)!! -The best band there ever was! (Okay, that might be stetching it, but hey we love you guys!) It consists of a lack of independant brain power and a collective love for music!
Blog Shares -Who's winning today?
|
I want them to end... now... please. Spare us all these last two weeks. Bring back to me the smiles I know, the early mornings, and the jazz practices.
*hugs*
There was a time in this fair land when the railroad did not run,
When the wild majestic mountains stood alone against the sun.
Long before the white man, and long before the wheel,
When the green dark forests were too silent to be real.
But time has no beginnings and hist’ry has no bounds,
As to this verdant country they came from all around.
They sailed upon her waterways and they walked the forests tall,
Built the mines, the mills, and the factories for the good of us all.
And when the young man’s fancies were turnin’ in the spring,
And the railroad men grew restless for to hear the hammers ring.
Their minds were overflowing with the visions of the day,
And many a young man won and lost and many a debt to pay.
For they looked in the future and what did they see?
They saw iron road running from the sea to the sea.
Bringin’ the goods to a young growin’ land,
All up through the seaports and into their hands.
Look away said they across this mighty land,
From the western shore to the western strand.
Bring in the workers and bring up the rails,
Open ‘er heart let the lifeblood flow.
Gotta get on our way ‘cause we’re movin’ too slow.
Bring in the workers and bring up the rails,
We’re gonna lay down the tracks and tear up the trails.
Open ‘er heart and let the lifeblood flow,
Gotta get on our way ‘cause we’re movin’ too slow.
Get on our way ‘cause we’re movin’ too slow.
Behind the blue Rockies the sun is declinin’,
The stars, they come stealin' at the close of the day.
Across the wide prairies our loved ones lie sleeping,
Beyond the dark forest in a place far away.
We are the navvies who work upon the railway,
Swingin’ our hammers in the bright blazin’ sun.
Livin’ on stew and drinkin’ bad whiskey,
Bendin’ our old backs until the long days are done.
We are the navvies who work upon the railway,
Swingin’ our hammers in the bright blazin’ sun.
Layin’ down track and buildin’ the bridges,
Bendin’ our old backs until the railroad is done.
So over the mountains and over the plains,
Into the muskeg and into the rain.
Up the St. Lawrence all the way to Gaspé,
Swingin’ our hammers and drawin’ our pay.
Drivin’ ‘em in and tyin’ ‘em down,
Away to the bunkhouse and into the town.
A dollar a day and a place for my head,
A drink to the livin’ and a toast to the dead.
Oh the song of the future has been sung,
All the battles have been won.
O’er the mountain tops we stand,
All the world at our command.
We have opened up the soil,
With our teardrops and our toil.
For there was a time in this fair land when the railroad did not run,
When the wild majestic mountains stood alone against the sun.
Long before the white man and long before the wheel,
When the green dark forest was too silent to be real.
When the green dark forest was too silent to be real,
And many the dead men too silent to be real.
last modified Aug 24, 2005, 7:27 p
Add a comment
|