[Part I]

[Verse 1]
There was a time in this fair land when the railroad did not run
When the wild majestic mountains stood alone against the sun
Long before the white men and long before the wheel
When the green dark forest was too silent to be real

[Verse 2]
But time has no beginnings and history has no bounds
As to this verdant country they came from all around
They sailed upon her waterways and they walked the forests tall
Built the mines, mills and the factories for the good of us all

[Verse 3]
And whеn the young man's fancy was a-turnin' in the spring
The railroad mеn grew restless for to hear them hammers ring
Their minds were overflowin' with the visions of their day
And many a fortune lost and won and many a debt to pay

[Part II]

[Verse 1]
For they looked in the future and what did they see?
They saw an iron road runnin' from the sea to the sea
Bringin' the goods to a young growin' land
All up from the seaports and into their hands
[Verse 2]
So bring in them workers and bring up the rails
We gotta lay down the tracks and tear up the trails
Open 'er heart and let the life blood flow
Gotta get on our way 'cause we're movin' too slow
Get on our way 'cause we're movin' too slow

[Part III]

[Verse 1]
Behind the blue Rockies the sun is declinin'
The stars, they come stealin' at the close of the day
Across the wide prairie our loved ones lie sleepin'
Beyond the dark forest in a place far away

[Verse 2]
We are the poor boys who work upon the railway
Swingin' our hammers in the bright blazin' sun
Livin' on that stew and a-drinkin' bad whiskey
Layin' down them tracks 'til the long days are done
Yeah, bendin' our backs 'til the railroad is done

[Part II Reprise]

[Interlude]
Now the song of the future has been sung
All the battles have been won
On the mountain tops we stand
All the world at our command
We have opened up the soil
With our teardrops and our toil
[Part I Reprise]

[Verse 1]
There was a time in this fair land when the railroad did not run
When the wild majestic mountains stood alone against the sun
Long before the white men and long before the wheel
When the green dark forest was too silent to be real
When the green dark forest was too silent to be real
And many are the dead men
Too silent to be real