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I’ve seen a thousand homes go down the tracks

Away, away …

Late night or early morn,

There goes the house, all white, where I was born.

My traveling train

Gives back to me by moon or noontime’s rain

The house, the house, the house

Where I’m reborn again.

As common as sparrows in flight,

There flies by my front porch and me,

Out of sight, out of sight.

We are common together: common house, common weather,

Common boy on a bike on a cool dark night lawn,

Sinking in clover,

Or boy on brick street at dawn, roofing a ball:

Annie over! Annie over!

Where I’ll pop up next, Peoria or Paducah, I don’t know;

All I can say is:

Here I come, here I come,

There I go, there I go!

Always the same boy, bright-eyed as a mouse,

Always the same folks on the porch of that house,

Swinging by in the light,

Drowning deep in the night,

There they drift, there they fly

At the train whistle’s cry:

O good-bye, O good-bye.

Lawn and porch on the run; boy’s face like the sun

Looking up through the rain

As again and again, the boy who was me

Climbs a branch, drops from tree,

But arrives to depart

While his shout cracks my heart.

Lord, does anyone see

All those boys who are me,

And does anyone know all those homes white as snow

That like riverboats glide

In the tide of the train as it takes me away?

Who can say, who can say?

Just my time machine moves

Through the land of my loves,

And more houses and boys and more trees and more lawns

Wait there just ahead in the circling dawns.

A procession of dreams!

O, isn’t God clever?

He’s cloned me in teams.

So? I’ll live here forever!