Scirocco spreads Sahara’s heat
where, on and on, they’re fast asleep
Sicily’s in the middle of the Great Sea
I hear the train’s long whistle, blowing loud and clear
He’s here, to take us, winners, very far from here
Don’t take off your jacket. Or remove your shoes
He is moving fast and there’s no time to lose
We’ll know what to do
When Rome enslaved her, Vikings raped
and traders gave her frightening plagues
Italy is a little like you and me
I hear his whistle crying, rolling down the tracks
He’s here to pick up riders. Know we won’t come back
It won’t be a minute, when he’ll roar this way
We won’t need a ticket, it has all been paid
Simply take your place
The train, the bridge, and the landscape
Since we’re strangers in this town
and we’re waiting for the sound
when the train comes rolling down
From Africa, she broke away
The Alps were shoved up in one day
India and the Himalayas, indeed
He heard my quiet sighing, when he rode nearby
I might get too excited. And might even cry
Sounds of locomotives, like my lover’s words
stir up my emotions, like a song that’s heard
It’s a joy to serve
The train, the bridge, and the landscape
Since we’re strangers in this town
and we’re waiting for the sound
when the train comes rolling down
He’s the way to go but
he won’t take it slow
If I’m hasty, it shows
I can’t wait to go home