things continue we know in our despite

the colours that were faded now shine bright
the light of afternoon gleams buttery-gold
the train goes northward cheerful in the light

at times we worry fear that what is right
will be forgotten will be seen as cold
the colours that were faded now shine bright

the things that come into our space of sight
remind us that we're safely in the fold
the train goes northward cheerful in the light

essentially committed but knowing never quite
what would be best youthful or what best old
the colours that were faded now shine bright

too clear this day to shelter fear or fright
upon our ears there falls a tale well-told
the train goes northward cheerful in the light

and now we know what is what was what might
have been before our souls were sold
the colours that were faded now shine bright
the train goes northward cheerful in the light