It’s morning and we’re gazin' through the window of the Ghan
Rockin' rollin' rollin' out across the timeless land
Winding thru the spinifex and miles of burning sand
With blue hills … in the distance
People having breakfast in the comfort of the train
Diesel engine humming as she echos by the range
Building up momentum as we coast across the plains
With blue hills … in the distance
Big old red buck kangaroo he stops to sniff the air
Shakes his head and looks about for danger anywhere
Old man emu makes a dash with the youngster in his care
With blue hills … in the distance
Hey!
Instrumental
Namajira’s famous gums and ochre coloured plains
Sandy creeks that flow nowhere excepting when it rains
Mulga stands and desert lands that time has never changed
With blue hills … in the distance
Willy Willy winds it’s way across the great expanse
Sweeping up the rolly polly in it’s spiral dance, hey
Building up with fury as it winds across the plain
With blue hills … in the distance
It’s morning and we’re gazin' through the window of the Ghan
Rockin' rollin' rollin' out across the timeless land
Winding thru the spinifex and miles of burning sand
With blue hills … in the distance
With blue hills … in the distance