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Henry Clay Work - Crossing The Grand Sierras lyrics

All aboard! all aboard!

The hissing breath of the iron steed
Proclaims his wish to be quickly freed;
And soon as the stroke from the bell we hear,
He springs at the touch of his engineer

And away we glide (With a rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble)
O'er prairies wide, (rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble)
Through verdant vales (rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble)
And mountain dales, (rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble)
To the last great chain, (rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble)
Which has striv'n in vain (rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble)
With the Lightning! the Lightning!
The Lightning Palace Train!

Forgetting far Atlantic
And midway scenes romantic,
We scale the peaks gigantic
Which guard the Land of Gold:
Here silver rills are leaping,
Here lovely lakes are sleeping,
And snowclad granites keeping
Their watch of years untold.

We sing a wondrous story
No nation sang before!
A Continental Chorus
That echoes either shore:
We sang it on the summit!
We sing it on the plain!
We've climbed the Grand Sierras
With the Lightning Palace Train,
With the Lightning! the Lightning!
The Lightning Palace Train.

All aboard! all aboard!

No toil can tire our impatient steed,
So once again will we test his speed!
How quick is the wish of our heart obey'd!
He starts at the turn of the downward grade,

And again we glide (With a rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble)
By torrent side, (rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble)
O'er trestl'd deeps, (rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble)
Through tunnel'd steeps, (rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble)
While the vict'ries wane (rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble)
Which they sought to gain (rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble)
With the Lightning! the Lightning!
The Lightning Palace Train.

'Neath timber'd roofs unending,
From winter's snows defending,
Through canyons wild descending
To the City of the Plain:
We leave the scenes terrific,
We pass the fields prolific,
And view the broad Pacific—
The Golden-Gated main.

We sing a wondrous story
No nation sang before!
A Continental Chorus
That echoes either shore:
We sang it on the summit!
We sing it on the plain!
We've climbed the Grand Sierras
With the Lightning Palace Train,
With the Lightning! the Lightning!
The Lightning Palace Train.