HOME | DD

Description
Song of 611

I sing a song of gladness for 611,
she glides with swan like splendor on the rails.
With sun-bright headlight and towering drivers propelling her,
she steams as gentle summer breezes play.

And when she comes to rest in a busy rail yard,
her grace and beauty noble in repose!
I whisper that my heart is always with her,
no matter on what foreign rails, she goes.

Mountain grades bring steep steep rails,
Chugging engine, sand applied!
Creaking rail-ties, cold gray steel,
slippery rails that seek their prize!

Still, 611 labors on! Through the southern countryside!
Till with courage she reaches the destination!
Safely...Safely to the station....at last.

I sing a song of gladness for 611,
no matter where I am I'll always see;
A vision of the steam unfurled above her,
as she moves on in stately majesty.

With sleek streamline to pierce the evening air,
she steams away and follows her own rails.
But though a world of railroads come between us,
she'll always find a roundhouse in my heart.

She'll always find a roundhouse in my heart.
In my heart!

As my railfan day came to a close, I got one last picture of 611, whilst it was returning to Manassas, Va. I'll give the person who can get the name of the song I used as a base a present.

Description
Song of 611

I sing a song of gladness for 611,
she glides with swan like splendor on the rails.
With sun-bright headlight and towering drivers propelling her,
she steams as gentle summer breezes play.

And when she comes to rest in a busy rail yard,
her grace and beauty noble in repose!
I whisper that my heart is always with her,
no matter on what foreign rails, she goes.

Mountain grades bring steep steep rails,
Chugging engine, sand applied!
Creaking rail-ties, cold gray steel,
slippery rails that seek their prize!

Still, 611 labors on! Through the southern countryside!
Till with courage she reaches the destination!
Safely...Safely to the station....at last.

I sing a song of gladness for 611,
no matter where I am I'll always see;
A vision of the steam unfurled above her,
as she moves on in stately majesty.

With sleek streamline to pierce the evening air,
she steams away and follows her own rails.
But though a world of railroads come between us,
she'll always find a roundhouse in my heart.

She'll always find a roundhouse in my heart.
In my heart!

As my railfan day came to a close, I got one last picture of 611, whilst it was returning to Manassas, Va. I'll give the person who can get the name of the song I used as a base a present.