City Of Morpeth
47452 crashed at Morpeth, and earned its nickname when Rupert Brooke scrawled it on a pillar at Birmingham New Street.

Now here's the text of your orders coming through
This is the chimes of the midnight five when the border train is due
This is the smoke scarred night and the long-limbed train
It's probably going to pieces now and it's probably going to rain
But if the train don't run here's the text of your orders
Saturday night this train don't run

Saturday night this train don't run
I was up all night on the off chance waiting but the night mail never comes
And if the train don't run then Saturday night's no use to anyone

Now this is the ground mist fading into green
To slip in and out of northern towns and no one knows I've been
This is the dawnlight fading into day
And if the midnight five keeps time tonight I'll meet it there halfway
But if the train don't run here's the text of your orders
Saturday night this train don't run

Chords:
Intro. D Bb G Bb D A G D A
Verse G C D G G C G D
Chorus G C D G C G D
Final Verse C F G C F C G C