I've travelled west, across the Divide
And stopped at towns along the way
I've seen old stations, no longer their pride
Since the railway has now passed them by.
Old walls pitted by times cruel hand
The floorboards not safe to tread
I've waded through weeds, just to stand
On the platform and think of what's ahead.

I read your words, upon my return
About the inn on Cherry-Tree Hill
Those golden days, for which you yearn
Those pleasant memories linger still.
They came in droves, as they rushed to the west
Travelling down the Mudgee Road
Stopped at the inn for a feed and a rest
In those days when life seemed blessed.

When rail passed this westerly way
Road travellers soon disappeared
The Cherry-Tree Inn fell into decay
A victim of the railway.
And today I sing of the railway's decline
The life blood once of many towns
I wonder what is just down the line
When the tracks of the rail no longer shine.