There’s a train already come,
There’s a train already come,
Her hands are birds, her heart a drum –
Lo these many years

There’s a horse upon a yard,
There’s a horse upon a yard,
The blooms are sweet, the stems are hard –
Lo these many years

There’s a kiss nobody saw
By the bridge, upon a wall.
There’s a house caught on with fire,
And news of him sent on a wire ...

There’s a train now gone from view,
There’s a train now gone from view,
Her heart is still, her eyes are too –
Lo these many years