I hear the whistle on the track
It seems to signal “hurry back”,
So many indications sound
That help us to get all around
A whistle blows, a bell may ring
Birds in the trees, their voices sing
There is a message to be heard
Tis time to treasure every word
Be ready to accept the call
We know that pride precedes a fall
Take care to listen to what’s said
And love your God with heart and head !
