As the Train Keeps on Chugging

The train, it goes on down the tracks,

The driver, glances, looking back.

Roads of iron lie behind.

And he goes on, driving fine.

…

There is a spirit to this life,

The tracks, the train, the day and night.

Monsters come over the field,

But this juggernaut shall never yield.

…

So blows the steam and burns the coal,

Burns too brightly does his soul.

Across Hyrule all tracks are linked,

And from his duty will not shrink.