(Verse 1)
By the forge’s glow and the furnace bright,
The tirewrights labored through the night.
With hammers ringing and steel ablaze,
They wove their craft in a fiery haze.
(Chorus)
Oh, the tirewrights, with hearts of flame,
Guardians of the engine’s name.
Through heat and toil, their bond was sealed,
A tire’s embrace for the iron wheel.
(Verse 2)
They spoke in whispers, their trade a song,
Of heat’s expansion and strength made strong.
With measured hands and a steady gaze,
They tamed the fire’s unpredictable ways.
(Chorus)
Oh, the tirewrights, with hearts of flame,
Guardians of the engine’s name.
Through heat and toil, their bond was sealed,
A tire’s embrace for the iron wheel.
(Bridge)
Their faces lined with soot and sweat,
Heroes of iron we won’t forget.
Beneath the stars or the morning’s hue,
They gave the steam a life anew.
(Chorus)
Oh, the tirewrights, with hearts of flame,
Guardians of the engine’s name.
Through heat and toil, their bond was sealed,
A tire’s embrace for the iron wheel.
(Outro)
And though the trains no longer wail,
Their legacy rides on every rail.
For in the wheels, their spirit stays,
The tirewrights of the steam age days.
Michael Forty