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 men
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 rolling down the track
Five thousand miles to travel
Before she's there and back
Beside the line a drover waves
His battered old grey hat
And kids are 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 star light
Saluting those who walked across
The track she rides 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 Hill
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