Lullaby

A, and J, and Y, one time drove on gilded rails;
Drove on rails that traced the dales that trembled as they assailed.
"Where are you going and what will you find?" the old moon asked the three.
"We've come to pull the coal and kind that live in this beautiful valley.
Cars of iron and steel have we," said A, and J, and Y.

The old moon laughed and sang a song as they rocked on the gilded rails.
And the fires that sped them all night long shook the hills and dales.
Now the little stars are the coal and kind that live in the beautiful valley;
"Load your cars wherever you wish. Never afraid are we!"
So cried the stars to the steam engines three - A, and J, and Y.

So all night long their cars they loaded with the stars from the twinkling dome.
'Til out from the skies went the gilded rails bringing the steam engines home.
'Twas all so pretty a drive it seemed as if it could not be.
Some folks say 'twas a dream they dreamed of driving those rails so free.
But I shall name you the steam engines three - A, and J, and Y.

Now A and J are resting at home, but Y is still abroad.
And the gilded rails that traced the dales are worn where these giants trod.
But close your eyes and think a bit of the sight that yet may be
When all have come home o'er rails and dales, and share each other's company
Where were born the steam engines three - A, and J, and Y.