Poster for orphan train

Children line up outside of the orphan train, c (Patrick-Sheets-Trickel Collection, Trenton, MO)

Children on the orphan train, October 15, 1908 (from the Minneapolis Journal)

Photo courtesy of: Library of Congress Children's Aid Society

This photo comes from "ORPHAN TRAINS & THEIR SPECIAL CARGO: The Life's Work of Rev. H. D. Clark"

Children in a New York City orphanage, c. early 1900s (Boston Sunday Globe)

Orphan Train, by Julie Miller, sung by Leann Womack Come all you broken hearted, come and lay your burden down Come kings and queens, come royalty surrender up your crown Come empty-handed come with nothing of your own to claim Come naked, poor, come like a child to ride the orphan train Chorus: Come ride, ride on the orphan train Put your ear to the track, you can hear your name Come ride, ride on the orphan train, it'll take you all the way home The way is narrow, it is steep that brings you to the door But love awaits there to embrace your heart forevermore (Repeat Chorus) Come you abandoned, you forsaken Friendless and alone, come refugees left homesick for Some place you've never known Here princes, paupers, criminals and saints are all the same No more or less than God's beloved child aboard this train (Repeat Chorus twice) It'll take you all the way home It's gonna take you all the way home

Claude Monet French ( ) Arrival of the Normandy Train, Gare Saint-Lazare, 1877 Oil on canvas 59.6 x 80.2 cm

Steel Rails, Lyrics and music by Louisa Banscomb, Sung by Alison Krauss Chorus: Steel rails, chasing sunshine round the bend Winding through the trees, like a ribbon in the wind I don't mind not knowing what lies down the track Cause I'm looking out ahead, to keep my mind from turning back It's not the first time I've found myself alone and known If I really had you once, then I'd have you when I'm gone Whistle blows, blowin' lonesome in my mind Calling me along that never ending metal line Chorus Sun is shining, through the open boxcar door Lying in my mind with the things I've known before I've lost count of the hours, days, and nights The rhythm of the rails keeps the motion in my mind Chorus Cause I'm looking out ahead, to keep my mind from turning back

Alison Krauss & Union Station

From a Railway Carriage by Robert Louis Stevenson Faster than fairies, faster than witches, Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches; And charging along like troops in a battle All through the meadows the horses and cattle: All of the sights of the hill and the plain Fly as thick as driving rain; And ever again, in the wink of an eye, Painted stations whistle by. Here is a child who clambers and scrambles, All by himself and gathering brambles; Here is a tramp who stands and gazes; And here is the green for stringing the daisies! Here is a cart runaway in the road Lumping along with man and load; And here is a mill, and there is a river: Each a glimpse and gone forever!