Down The Railway Line

I grew up in Fishcross, a small village in Scotland’s smallest county, Clackmannanshire.  Passing through Fishcross, there was an old railway line.  The tracks were dismantled some time ago and the “Old Railway Line” is now a popular public footpath and cycle track.

Clackmannanshire was once a thriving industrial county, with coal mining being a huge industry at the time.

I used to play down the railway line when I was a boy.  Walking down there now always makes me nostalgic.  This song is about nostalgia and a little about the sacrifices coal miners had to make just to put bread on the table.

I took a walk between the village and the hills
Along the path where the trains used to roll
The scent of the trees took me back
To the boy I used to be
Building dens, hide and seek
Along the path where the trains used to roll
Getting into trouble that my folks
They would never know

Chorus
Every now and then my mind takes me back
Down the railway line, along that olden track
Those days have gone, but in a way they still remain
But still I dream I could travel on that train

Where the miners dug for coal
Along the path where the trains used to roll
I found, in the stones, a gift
From a long, long time ago
Black gold and some rivets of rust
Along the path where the trains used to roll
A miner, underground, worked his life
To bring this to my hands

How many miners working in the dark
Have feared they would never see the light?
As the trains stormed above them, dropping coal dust in their eyes
Did they ever think their shift would never end?