One dark stormy night, not a star was in sight,
And the north wind was howligh down the line;
Stood a brave engineer with his sweet heart so dear,
And his orders to pull old number nine.
She kissed him good-bye with a tear in her eye,
The joy in his heart he could not hide;
The world seemed so bright, for she told him that night,
That tomorrow she`d be his blushing bride.
The wheels hummed a song as the train rolled along,
And the black smoke was rolling from the stack;
And the head-light a gleam seemed to brighten his dream
Of tomorrow when he`d be going back.
He sped`round the hill while his brave heart stood still,
The head-light was shining in his face;
He whispered a pray`r as he threw on the air,
For he knew this would be his final race.
In the wreck he was found, lying there on the ground,
And he asked them to raise his weary head;
As his breath slowly went, this message he sent
To a maiden who tho`t she would be wed.
"There is a little white home that I bought for our own,
There I dreamed we`d be happy, you and I;
I leave it to you for I know you`ll be true
Till we meet at the golden gates on high."