We’re sitting in a railway compartment
At a London Mainline Station
Waiting for our journey to start
Full of anticipation
And as through the windows
We glance now & again
We see folks passing with luggage
And boarding the train
There’s hustle and bustle
With barrows and Porters
All making sure the luggage
Is in the right quarters
In the time honoured Guards Van
Full to capacity, taking the strain
Of the ten carriages coupled
To make up the Train
The locomotive’s been coupled
And building up steam
So that once on the way
We reach speeds extreme
Especially with this “loco”
“The East Anglian” we’ve seen
Easily recognised
With it’s livery of green
The Porters are standing back now
The whistle the Guard has blown
And soon we’ll be speeding down the track
In a dreamworld of our own
Slowly we pass the City suburbs
Gradually increasing speed
But it’s not until we’re into the country
The limits he’ll try to exceed
With the throttle back and the whistle loud
Steam is hissing
Smoke’s like a cloud
As it passes our windows
Like a funeral shroud
Eager to ever increase the pace
As tho’ the journey to Norwich
Was a dramatic race
To conquer the distance
In the shortest time
Stopwatch in hand
The driver’s sublime
But in the excitement
Ipswich we’d long passed
Without even noticing
We were going so fast
With a last blast on the whistle
As we rounded the bend
Our magic journey to Norwich
Had come to an end
But the thoughts and the Memories
Although they may fade
Will stay in our minds
For many a decade