Sitting Pretty: The enchanted train (arr. S. Blier and H. Cazalet for voice and 2 pianos)

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
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.
No train could be quick enough to suit me
When I'm coming back
I'm coming back
I'm coming back to you!