Old Black Train - Over the Garden Wall, Justin Rubenstein

There’s an old black train a-coming

Scraping along the iron

You don’t need no ticket boys

It will take you when its time

Oh come on now young stranger

Weren’t you someone’s son?

How’d you find this depot

'Cause it ain’t where you belong

You will pass a graveyard

Stones worn by the years

The train’ll stop a minute but don’t let it leave you here

Well the coachman is my brother

The engineer’s my friend

We’ll get you more acquainted by the time we reach the end

This journey is a long one

It will take you all around

Life rushing by your window

Before it lays you down

Now where this old train’s going

You can’t come back from

Leave your baggage here

Because we’ll need it when you’re gone