The Ghan is one wise engine
That travels to beyond
Across the firery continent
Where once Cameleers
did bond
Their faces were all seeing
Their bodies racked and torn
And now our sweet technology
Transcends all this to warn
The souls that sleep on Bush Lands
Away across the sky
To journeys of a life time
Where the great red train
does ply
The Ghan and all its servants
Create a world within
and offer up creation
to try to underpin
what is a great experience
and sensation for again
On quiet nights the great
Cameleers have been seen to
board the train