sorrows Let this day be the last Tomorrow there'll be sunshine And all this darkness past Big wheels roll through fields Where sunlight streams Oh meet me in a land of hope and dreams This train... Carries saints and sinners This train... Carries losers and winners This train... Carries whores and gamblers This train... Carries lost souls I said this train... Dreams will not be thwarted This train... Faith will be rewarded Also Appears On Lyrics There's a cross up yonder on Calvary Hill There's a slip of blood on a silver knife There's a graveyard kid down below Where at night the dead come to life Well above the stars they crackle and fire A dead man's moon throws seven rings We'd put our ears to the cold grave stones This is the song they'd sing We are alive And though our bodies lie alone here in the dark Our spirits rise To carry the fire and light the spark To stand shoulder to shoulder and heart to heart A voice cried I was killed in Maryland in 1877 When the railroad workers made their stand I was killed in 1963 One Sunday morning in Birmingham I died last year crossing the southern desert My children left behind in San Pablo Well they've left our bodies here to rot Oh please let them know We are alive And though we lie alone here in the dark Our souls will rise To carry the fire and light the spark To