[ Предположительная тональность: Em ] Em A Now there's no train to Guysborough D G C G Bm Or so the man says, so it might be a good place to be Em A D G I sit in this station, and I count up my change C Bm Em A C And I wait for the Guysborough train Now I've sat in your kitchens And talked about walls, and I've sung about your withering pain Shattered your temples, and I've brought on your fall Now I wait for the Guysborough train A Em And I ride for all time, on the Guysborough line A C Em And I grow by the North County rain A Em C And the North Shore's begun, the man I've become Bm Em A C In rags, on the Guysborough train No train to Guysborough Now ain't that a shame, though I know there will be one in time And the house that's alone, it soon will be gone Razed for the Guysborough line People are simple Like mayflower sweet, both grown by that North County rain The interval is clear, will it soon disappear Under the Guysborough train?