New snow covers everywhere in a silent graceful shroud.
Frozen in the winter air, the horn sings deep and loud.
Each tiny Rockwell town stolen from a Christmas card;
A thousand lonely miles down, a thousand more as hard.

When weary setting sun makes diamonds in the ground,
When weary day is done, then comes that railway sound.
I watch the chilly miles pass, heart in rhythm with the ride
'Till my reflection in the glass is more real than what's outside.

Old iron horse, carry me home.
Carry me on through this cold and endless night.
Old iron horse, carry me home.
Carry me to the one whose love will put it right.

Past frosted field and frozen brook I ride my strong steel steed,
The world a blur where'er I look, too slow to sate my need.
It keeps me ever going, forward even in my sleep,
Under sullen skies still snowing, a promise yet to keep.

The miles like an endless stream unheeded pass me by.
Unguarded, it's of her I dream 'till sunlight stirs my eye.
I look out on a morning clear, joints stiff and worse for wear.
I wipe away a single tear and pray I'm nearly there

Old iron horse, carry me home.
Carry me on through just one more endless day.
Old iron horse, carry me home.
Carry me to her arms and this time I will stay.