The coal cars are glowing with the flashing crossing lights
Their cymbal wheels are carried on the cool air of the night
They are rolling through the village to the tolling of the bell,
The instruments of industry declaring all is well
There are echoes in the moonlight and shadows in the day
Which briefly indicate the train that snakes along its way
Taking fossils to the future, sending diamonds to the sky
With a reassuring rattle as it tummy rumbles by.