A north wind came howling
with his sweetheart so dear
And his orders to pull old number nine
The joy in his heart he could not hide
The whole world sang bright far,
as the train rolled along
seemed to brighten his dream
Of tomorrow when he'd be going back
and his brave heart stood still
The headlight was shining in his face
For he knew this would be his final race
In the wreck he was found
lying there on the ground
He asked them to raise his weary head
There's a little white home
Where I dream we'd be happy, you and I
But I'll leave it to you,
for I know you'll be true
Till we meet at the Golden Gates,
Till we meet at the Golden Gates,
