FROM COAST TO COAST
BY NIGHT AND DAY
HEAR THE CLICKING OF
THE WHEELS
THE HUMMING OF THE
DIESEL ON HER
RIBBONS OF STEEL
CARRYING THE
MEMORIES OF A NATION
BUILT BY HAND
SEE THE INDIAN PACIFIC
SPAN THE LAND
SHE'S THE PRIDE OF
ALL THE RAILWAY
CROSS COUNTRY
WHERE SHE FLIES
FROM THE BLUE
PACIFIC WATERS TO
WHERE THE
MOUNTAINS RISE
BY LAKES AND WIDE
BROWN RIVERS
THROUGH DESERT
COUNTRY DRY
SEE THE INDIAN PACIFIC
PASSING BY
OH THE INDIAN PACIFIC
SHE GOES A ROLLING
DOWN THE TRACK
FIVE THOUSAND MILES
TO TRAVEL BEFORE
SHE'S PEERING BACK
BESIDE THE LINE A
DROVER WAVES HIS
BATTERED OLD GREY
HAT
AND KEEPS A CATCHING
YABBIES DOWN BY THE
RIVER FLAT
AND A WOMAN HANGS
HER WASHING IN THE
BACKYARD NEAR THE LINE
AS THE
INDIAN PACIFIC'S
ROLLING BY
HEAR
THE WHISTLE
BLOWING LONELY
'NEATH THE NULLABOR
STARLIGHT
SALUTING THOSE WHO
WALK ACROSS THE
TRACK SHE RUNS
TONIGHT
CALLING TO THE
RAILWAY CAMP AND
THE FETTLERS
ON THE LINE
I'M THE
INDIAN PACIFIC
RIGHT ON TIME
FROM THE SILVER OF
THE BROKEN HILLS TO
OLD KALGOORLIE GOLD
SHE MIRRORS ALL THE
COLOURS OF THE LAND
SO HARD AND OLD
THEN THE WESTERN
FLOWERS ARE
BLOOMING AND THE AIR
IS JUST LIKE WINE
AND THE INDIAN
PACIFIC'S MAKING TIME
OH THE INDIAN PACIFIC
SHE GOES ROLLING
DOWN THE TRACK
FIVE THOUSAND MILES
TO TRAVEL BEFORE
SHE'S THERE AND BACK
FROM THE WATERS OF
THE WESTERN SEA TO
THE EASTERN OCEAN
SAND
THE INDIAN PACIFIC
SPANS THE LAND
OH THE
INDIAN PACIFIC
SPANS THE LAND