Marry me in your dress of iron
And your veil of smoke
But my dress is harsh and full of steam
The man who loves iron
Pays for it in dreams
You can’t ride forever for free
Leave me know while you can
Find a wife, settle down,
And never think on me again
I will feed you fire
And keep you full
I’ll guide you down the track
And never let you go
These tracks will lead me far away
But another’s hand will guide me
I’ll be back again
But I won’t be coming back to you
Marry me in your dress of iron
And your veil of smoke
There can never be another
I’ve given half my life to you
And I’d gladly give the other
Smoke is for choking
And iron for war
And a man who loves these things
Pays for them in dreams
My lungs are black from breathing your breath
And your voice is so loud
But I’ve never grown deaf
I’ve ridden you back
For all of my life
And I’ll never stop
‘till I make you my wife
It’s true you made me moan
And it’s true you’ve made me scream
But a man who loves iron
Pays for it in dreams
Go far away
Where the rails can never take you
A place where I can never follow
A little life
And a little home
Are things that I can’t swallow
When the fire has died
For the very last time
And I’ve been unmade
And every bit of my body
Is scrap, for sale or for trade
Each wheel and each strut
Will remember your name
And the love that we made
Marry me in your dress of iron
And your veil of smoke
And these things will never come to pass
I’ll build rails across the water
And we’ll watch the sun
Turn the sea into glass
We’ll travel to lands with no names
And we’ll just move forever
And never come back here again
Bury those things
Take a wife and never think on me again
Bury those things
For a man has no future when he’s tied to a train
Go find a wife
Have a daughter
And maybe give her my name
Build a house in the wood
That sits by a stream
A man who loves iron and smoke and steam
Pays for it all in dreams
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