At four in the morning,
He got up to go to work.
At five he was at his post,
Sipping tea and eating toast.
He waved the trains in,
As they entered his station.
This was the life he loved,
This was his greatest dream.
Watching trains all day long,
Was what he loved doing,
Since he was very young.
The passenger trains were packed,
As people were rushing off to work,
Like piles of sardines well stacked.
At the beginning of a new day,
Working life and monthly pay.
He loved his wonderful life,
His two children and his sweet wife.
He finished work selling tickets at four,
After he mopped his small office floor.
This was his life and this was his dream,
To watch the trains and eat scones with cream.
Even after he retired from his post,
He walked with his walking stick,
Had a cup of tea at the station post,
With marmalade on burnt toast.
It is said that you can still spot him,
The old station master at his post,
Sipping a cup of warm tea and eating toast.
Waving the trains as they pull in,
To his beloved train station.