Miner’s Silver Ghost

On a cold and rainy night I was sitting in the light

At the other switch they tried to put her on the mountain side

Lord, she's coming now, I see her round the bend and straight at me

Now I heard the story how an engine went to glory (Spoken)

Of my switchman shack of mine post on the mountain

But she kept on coming up the mountain grade

And her boiler is glowin' red as coal in hell

Over fifty years ago on the same line (Spoken)

The storm was pretty bad and the telephone was dead

But I quickly doused the light to try to see into the night

The headlight switchin' wide searchin' all the mountain side

It was steaming for the cave in there were men that needed saving

But it was just eleven hours till the dawn

Maybe I could spot her headlight in the rain

But the only sound she's making is a wail

But it missed the curve and trestle near the mine.

Then much to my surprise the telegraph jumped in the light

She was poundin' down below I could hear her whistle blow

Then I recognized the train by the number and the name

And every now and then you'll hear a whistle on the wind

As I read the code I thought could this be true?

And I thought Lord that's a high and mournful sound

It's the Miners Silver Ghost Old Forty - One

If a mountain slides and many men are lost

A train was on its way headed up the mountain grade

Then the telegraph again; there's a cave in at the mine

Then she vanished up the track by the lonely switchman shack

It's a high and lonely wail and searching up and down the mountain

But she didn't have an engineer or crew

And a hundred men are buried ‘neath the ground

Like a mother who was looking for her son

It’s the train they call the Miner’s Silver Ghost (Repeat this line and end)