Greg Harper

Lyrics

Today I’m riding on the heritage line
In my cleanest shirt and tie
Memories everywhere I look, of an age that came, then died
An age that came, and saw us through
The best days of our lives
There’s something sad, nothing glad
When the fire inside her dies

I used to drive the Scotsman
For many a year gone by
A dirty, smoky, noisy life, but my that girl could fly!
You could hear her steel wheels humming
As she raced upon the track
Nearly four hundred miles to Waverley
Another four hundred miles back

Well I learnt to drive a train, on Passchendaele’s plain
Then I broke free at the end of the war
But I went and stood again, on the footplate of a train
And I’ve been living the life of Riley evermore

Today I’m riding on the heritage line
In my cleanest shirt and tie
Memories everywhere I look, of an age that came, then died
An age that came, and saw us through
The best days of our lives
There’s something sad, nothing glad
When the fire inside her dies
There’s something sad, nothing glad
When the fire inside her dies