Song Lyrics
Open er heart let the life blood flow, they come stealin at the close of the day Trilogy, bendin our backs til the railroad is done
Open er heart let the life blood flow, away to the bunkhouse and into the town
away to the bunkhouse and into the town
So over the mountains and over the plains, we are the navvies who work upon the railway
layin em in and tyin em down
Away to the bunkhouse and into the town, we gotta lay down the tracks and tear up the trails
Their minds were overflowing with the visions of their day, bendin our backs til the railroad is done Lightfoot, we are the navvies who work upon the railway
We re gonna lay down the tracks and tear up the trails, long before the white man and long before the wheel
layin down track and buildin the bridges
into the muskeg and into the rain
Layin down track and buildin the bridges, away to the bunkhouse and into the town, from the eastern shore to the western strand
From the eastern shore to the western strand, as to this verdant country they came from all around Lightfoot, gotta get on our way cause we re movin too slow
Livin on stew and drinkin bad whiskey, look away said they across this mighty land
From the eastern shore to the western strand, on the mountain tops we stand
bendin our backs til the railroad is done
behind the blue rockies the sun is declinin
And when the young man s fancy was turnin to the spring, swingin our hammers in the bright blazin sun
And many are the dead men too silent to be real, we re gonna lay down the tracks and tear up the trails
Layin em in and tyin em down, built the mines Railroad, into the muskeg and into the rain
Long before the white man and long before the wheel, they saw an iron road runnin from the sea to the sea Gordon, across the wide prairie our loved ones lie sleeping
When the wild majestic mountains stood alone against the sun, we are the navvies who work upon the railway
So over the mountains and over the plains, but time has no beginnings and hist ry has no bounds, as to this verdant country they came from all around
when the green dark forest was too silent to be real
we are the navvies who work upon the railway
And many are the dead men too silent to be real, and they walked the forests tall
From the eastern shore to the western strand, we are the navvies who work upon the railway, we have opened up the soil