Walking along that old railway line

Now it’s tar and stones, but it still feels fine

You can almost hear that low whistle cry

Feel the breeze of the train, when the industry thrived

You can step back in time on this track

See the uniformed Conductor at the back

Waving his flag in a rhythmic rhyme

Letting everyone know, everything is fine

Ghosts of the past, rolling through

Clear as day, seen only by a few

Kids ride their bikes, where the sleepers once lay

Mobile in my hand, and my minds far away

I catch a shadow, out of the corner of my eye

Tip of his hat, then he slips out of sight

You can step back in time on this track

See the uniformed Conductor at the back

Waving his flag in a rhythmic rhyme

Letting everyone know, the trains on time

Ghosts of the past rolling through

Clear as day, seen only by a few

Maybe I’m seeing, from a different view?

Maybe some others, have seen him too?

Every old story, every steel line

Is still running somewhere, for the West Durham mines

You can step back in time on this track

See the uniformed Conductor at the back

Waving his flag in a rhythmic rhyme

Letting everyone know, everything is fine

Ghosts of the past rolling through

Clear as day, seen only by a few

Clear as day, seen only by a few