Hackney, E5, November 1994
We’re all aboard the glory train
Waving our flags and banners,
Trying our best to manifest
All our nicest manners.
We’re pressing on through the wind and the rain
But acting like it’s sunny.
Our faces are wet and covered with sweat
But still we try to be funny.
We sing our songs with joy and zest
And tambourines a-bashing,
The words are pure, part of the cure,
To keep our souls from crashing.
“There’s danger ahead!” the watchman says
But still we don’t slow down,
“We can’t lose pace, it’ll be a disgrace
And make our pastor frown.”
So away we go through blizzard and snow
Proclaiming God’s deliverance,
“He will protect so we reject
The faithless words you’ve given us.
We’re do our pastor proud for sure
For we will never quit!
Oh no, what’s that, the track’s collapsed…
Oh God, we’re in the……”
(CRASH, bang, crack etc)