Melanie Doane - Harvest Train lyrics

By the time I heard that evening train He was gone, gone, gone Headed for those fields of grain In the far Saskatchewan Oh the times they were so hard And the fish were few Oh, what's a Maritimer Gonna do Oh my heart, the C.P.R. has taken Every good man in Nova Scotia Gone away on that Harvest Train To the Prairies Golden Ocean Far from me (Far from me) Oh I had sensed his restlessness Ever since the autumn came All those trains were headed west They were calling out his name Oh every time I heard that whistle blow I wondered if it was his time to go Oh my heart ... I curse you W.C. van Horn You don't know what you've done You've taken my man from the Place he was born Left me here with his new son Oh the prairies always seemed So far away before Now the railway's come and Made them close as an all aboard Oh my heart ...