Lullaby For My Children, Every Night For Twelve Years... Morningtown Ride

Train whistle blowing, makes a sleepy noise,
Underneath their blankets go all the girls and boys.

Heading from the station, out along the bay,
All bound for Morningtown, many miles away.

Mack is at the engine, Garrett rings the bell,
Emmy swings the lantern, to show that all is well.

Rocking, rolling, riding, out along the bay,
All bound for Morningtown, many miles away.

Maybe it is raining where our train will ride;
But all the little travellers are warm and snug inside.

Rocking, rolling, riding, out along the bay,
All bound for Morningtown, many miles away.

Somewhere there is sunshine, somewhere there is day,
Somewhere there is Morningtown, many miles away.

Thank you, Malvina, for the memories, the tradition, the little smiles and little squirms when each child heard their name sung in turn. Thank you for reassuring my babies that sleep was a gentle journey, not to be feared or fought.

With your words and your talent, you brought peace to a young family tattered by the time nightfall descended, and gave a sweet familiarity to the routine of bedtime. You gave a reason for my bad vocals to croon to my babies, a balm to us all. In their adulthood, they still remember me, and you, and the nightly journey to Morningtown...