I heard the evening train go by,
Its lonesome whistle blowing.
I wished that I could be on board
Ties cut, and I were going
To some adventure far away,
Perhaps t strange, new lands
To feed some inner restlessness
And occupy my hands.
That was before the girl next door
And before the honeyed vines
Wrapped us as one on her porch swing
Where moonbeams would dance and shine.
Her eyes could rival all the stars
What was the need to roam?
For everything the heart could wish
Was right here close at home.