little lucy had grown quite tall
we said to her take it slow
the turnstiles turn the dress
that didn't hang quite so low
it didn't hang quite so low
she'd hang around the railway tracks
watching the trains go by
she got on a long red train
and the on the platform waved bye bye
we'd tried to find which route she took
ask the weeds along the track
ask the weeds along the track
she goes on never stopping
the wind now drives her along
there's always a wind-a-blowing
there's always a wind-a-blowing