The northbound trains Promised a chance of redemption To the reconstruction army Whose sunburnt backs had know The cold sweat of factories On the foreign cities pavements Angels and devils played dice For my people's souls But when they turned the light off With their empty tears as friends They were alone against everyone And longed for their return. He came Across the ocean Now he works in a restaurant Once he went to the station With a case full of hope When he heard my grandpa's story He smiled with thoughts of home And his return Was a great joy.