A Memory Lost on the Main Trunk Line.
She's a King Country Mother, growing old before her time,
Her heart
is clad in silver, which beats a golden chime,
in
Taumarunui, Taumarunui, Taumarunui on the Main Trunk Line.
You can get to
Taumarunui, fly to Auckland, then train South.
And you pull
in there at midnight, to see that smile upon her mouth,
To see that
Grey-Eyed Goddess, to see that twinkle in her eye.
But she gone West to see a Joker, in a Woolshed in the sky
from
Taumarunui, Taumarunui, Taumarunui on the Main Trunk Line.
She's the
sheila in the Woolshed, with scones and cups'a tea,
And she'd
save a Mother's smile, especially for me.
Her hair of
speckled silver, and lips of flaming red,
I love'd
that flamin' shiela, but she's up and gone and fled
from
Taumarunui, Taumarunui, Taumarunui on the Main Trunk Line.
Now I can
get a job in Brisbane or in a mine up North,
But I can't
get one in Godzone though I try for all I'm worth.
If I want to
see my Mother, I've got to fly then ride the train.
Get those
moments by her graveside, before I head up North again.
from
Taumarunui, Taumarunui, Taumarunui on the Main Trunk Line.
Well they
took my first sweet heart, laid her out in her best dress,
And I hoped
that she'd live forever but now she's all a flamin' mess.
Those
cigarettes did flog her and her meds got changed that day,
So God came
down and took her, on His second day in May,
in
Taumarunui, Taumarunui, Taumarunui on the Main Trunk Line.
Yeah I'm an ordinary
joker, growin' old before me time,
'Cause me
heart's in Ta'm'runui on the Main Trunk Line.
In
Ta'm'r'nui, Ta'm'r'nui, Ta'm'r'nui on the Main Trunk Line,
In
Ta'm'r'nui, Ta'm'r'nui, Tamra-bloody-nui on the Main Trunk Line!
In memory of
my Mum who moved on in May 2008,
with some
lines harmonised to those penned by poet Peter Cape.
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