All eyes out on the railroad All eyes out on the sea All these means of travel, darling Mean nothing once your soul has been set free So hear that lonesome whistle blowing In the shadow of a sail The winds are high and the tides are flowing That high ball's rolling down the rail ♪ Little redbird in the corner There's a blackbird at the door Lord, I know if he should ever cross over The blood would hit the floor So hear that lonesome whistle blowing Hear that engine cough and whine See those black sails meet horizons That old blackbird knows it's time ♪ Harken hear the angels humming Six white horses set to run My bones rattle between their rumbling And the setting of the sun