Wild with anxiety, worn with grief, disease had found her an easy prey,
Flickering between life and death for many a week she lay.
Flickering between life and death for many a week she lay.
And when she rose from her weary couch, restored to life and health again,
This one thought throbbed in her vacant mind: "He promised to come on the evening train."
So down to the station she daily walks, standing alone at the corner there,
Closely scanning each stranger face with that eager, vacant stare.
This one thought throbbed in her vacant mind: "He promised to come on the evening train."
So down to the station she daily walks, standing alone at the corner there,
Closely scanning each stranger face with that eager, vacant stare.
She sees friends meet when the trains come in, with clasping of hands, with smiles and tears
And fond embraces she often sees, and lovers' greetings she often hears;
But the face that she looks for among the throng will never gladden her sight again,
Poor faithful heart, you will soon forget the broken vow of the evening train.
And fond embraces she often sees, and lovers' greetings she often hears;
But the face that she looks for among the throng will never gladden her sight again,
Poor faithful heart, you will soon forget the broken vow of the evening train.
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