Оригинален текст
Life is like a mountain railway, with an engineer that's brave
We must make the run successful, from the cradle to the grave,
Heed the curves, the hills, the tunnels, never falter never fail,
Keep your hand upon the throttle, and your eye upon the rail.
Blessed Savior, thou will guide us,
Till we reach that blissful sh*re,
Where the angels wait to join us,
In God's praise for evermore.
As we roll along the mainline, there'll be storms and there'll be night,
There'll be sidetracks unexpected, on the left and on the right,
But with the straight always before us, and our hearts upon the prize,
There'll be no disembarkation until we reach paradise.
Blessed Savior, thou will guide us,
Till we reach that blissful sh*re,
Where the angels wait to join us,
In God's praise forevermore.