Once I rode an orphan train And my brother did the same They split us up in Missourri James was five and I was three He got taken by some parent But for me they did not care We were brave and did not cry When they made us say goodbye That was the last I saw of him Before a family took me in But I swore I'd run away And find my brother, James, one day I went back when I was grown To find our old childrens home And I asked for to see my file Of when I was an orphan child It's sad, they say, there's been a flood File washed away in the Missourri mud Sometimes life is a stonewall Either climb, or else you fall In every town on every street All the faces that I meet And I wonder, could one be My brother James, come back to me No I don't know where he's gone And I have searched my whole life long Now I roam from town to town But there's no orphan lost and found Sometimes I dream a pleasant sight My brother James and I unite Remembering our last goodbye No longer brave, we start to cry I hope he lives a life of ease And all his days a soft warm breeze And may he sit upon a throne And may he never sleep alone Once I rode an orphan train And my brother did the same We got off in Missourri James was five and I was three