Eastwood Station

Lyrics

There’s a heritage line through the mountains,
Where the Conway Scenic still runs,
And the whistles still blow, and the trains still roll,
Up into the westering sun.
They call it the Mountain Division,
Through the heart of the White Mountain range,
And the Maine Central train men, they ran it with pride,
In the glory of the railroading days.

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Up on the Mountain Division,
Amid the peaks where the eagles fly;
The trains still run, in the snow and the sun,
You can ride ‘em right up to the sky.

Well they started to build this railroad,
Back in eighteen and seventyfour;
And the trains roll on, as they did in days gone,
May they run on forever more.
‘Twas the Portland and Ogdensburg Railroad,
That put the line through long ago;
Building the trestles and blasting the cuts,
Above the banks of the mighty Saco.

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They found a route over the mountains,
Through the hard-fought cuts and fills;
They carved their names in the rocks by the way,
And their legacy lives on still.
From the snow trains to the Flying Yankee,
And the Mountaineer’s headlight glow;
Hauling freight and passengers up through the Notch,
From the cities and towns far below.

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Those dark granite cliffs high above you,
And the forests spread out all around;
White river water in the valley below,
All echo with the whistle’s sound.
Here’s to the ones that came before us:
We remember all those who died;
And here’s to the ones keeping heritage alive,
All their hard work, their love and pride.

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