LAST TRAIN FROM GUN HILL
Lyrics by Paul Francis Webster - Music by Dimitri Tiomkin




The sun goes down the lonely hours -
Lonely hours seem to say:
"One man was born to die,
And one to wonder why
This cold and angry day."

Our little town is hushed and waiting,
Hushed and waiting for the kill.
When Matt takes Belden's son
And tries to put him on
The last train from Gun Hill. 

And here am I, waiting to discover 
Who the shroud will cover.
Who will die?
Morgan, or my lover?
Oh, my sweet. So little time is left for love now -
Clock above now striking nine.
The last train from Gun Hill,
The last train from Gun Hill is coming down the line.
And so goodbye, lover; goodbye, dear heart, goodbye.



(Contributed by Lou Rugani - The Music of the Stars - February 2011)