At Amberley Station

At Amberley station we’re waiting and waiting for a train that is due very soon,

We missed the last one by seconds, and the waiting room beckons,

And we sit on a bench in the gloom.

Our limbs start to stiffen, the aches become stronger,

And the mud starts to dry on our clothes.

We wipe off the dirt and wring out our socks, and our eyes are starting to close.

We had climbed up the hills, and trekked across fields,

And went down the precarious stairs,

Then through mud so deep we wanted to weep, 

That left us in a sad state of affairs.

But we picked our spirits and picked up our feet, and carried on,

At the end of the road we ate our leftover food,

Satisfied that a good hike was done,

And so, At Amberley station we’re waiting and waiting for a train that is due very soon.