Will Cookson Lyrics
"Dream On The GNER"

We speed through our own ways through our own time that won't turn back
And we fall to our futures like the leaves fall on the track

The rain beats the window as we whistle through the moor
And spires hide behind hills that roll like waves upon the shore

The trees make you wonder how the birds know where to fly
And the streams will carry water until the oceans run dry

The wind moves the wheat fields as the houses hurry by
And wires thread the pylons to feed the cities down the line

The train makes its own way through the valleys of weathered stone
And I'll run alongside forever until I find my way home