" Maligne" On a night train bound for Jasper, the full moon in my eyes. On a night train bound for Jasper, the earth can touch the sky. Said the wheelman to conductor, " What is that distant light ?" " Don't know, but ring the brakeman, Make sure everything's alright." We should arrive by nine in Kokannee, but there's a message on the wire. " The ticket clerk just spoke to me, and the Hinton rail's on fire." " She's comin' on real strong, mate, but it won't burn to long." " They'll send a crew by morn, then ? " " By morning she'll be gone." We've got nineteen cars of TNT, and a crate of solid gold. The banker and his family, and evil in the fold. In the rocks of Maligne Canyon, Old Man's watchin' me. In the rocks of Maligne Canyon, I'll set my spirit free. Just sixty clicks from Kicking Horse, I can taste the molten steel. A north wind shakes the cabin door, and the brakes begin to squeal. Help's comin' from the Hoodoos, but the dogs are scared and cold. " Man, I don't care much what you do, Just make that trestle hold." December wind came screamin', through a thousand feet of air. Thirteen cars left steamin', down in the Old Man's lair. Minus fifty-five in Hinton, and colder at the mill. Where the twisted metal's bitten, you can hear the engine, Still....Birth sign: Not entered
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