It's about the journey not the destination

 Clink clang

shh shh

Clink clang shh shh shh

shh shh shh shh

Can you hear us coming

Working round the bend

Pick axes cracking stone

Clearing debris in the den

Shh shh, shh-shh

Hush and listen a while

Hear the sound the ground makes

It will make you smile

Sh-shh, shh-shh, like voices at the station

Ghost passengers waiting for their locomotion

Slash slash at station Rd

Bells ring out on Hitchin lane

Sh-shh, shh-shh, clang clang

As hammer on iron rang

Steaming through the tunnel

At Mendip Vale

I can hear the ghost train coming

pale rider, pale

Shh-shh, shh-shh

Then the signal man

Let his flag down

The Beeching cuts began, 

slash slash

Slash, slash we go with billhooks

All these years later

Read about steam trains in history books

Slash, slash go the hedge layers

Bending down the trunks

Laying down the cycle path on old rocky bunks

Clearing the valley floor of debris and junk

Heave ho, heave ho, hand over hand

Passing up the rumble, clear through station stands

Coming under Cannard's grave

Clearing through the sidings

Picking up the thread near Mill lane

Dungeon farm and keep winding

Shh-shh, shh-shh, what's that I hear?

Not the sound of clanging metal

But the sounds of changing gear

Children's voices laughing

Families pedalling for joy

Laying down the cycle pathing

Steam train whistle sounds like a child's toy

Toot-toot

The racing and the Whirring

Faster now, faster still

shh-shh -shh, shh-shh-shh

We're steaming up the hill

Our legs are the crank shafts

The pistons pumping blood

Our boilers filled with sandwiches

As we go riding through the mud

Picking up the trail 

Just near the Dinder Quarry

Then out under Dulcote

Early or late you needn't hurry

There's just the stars in the night sky

That make up the constellations

Just like the lights of the past don't die

All along the Strawberry line stations