(Jem Finer)
Across the dark and dusty plain
Where scars of old dry rivers run

Night unfolds, a coal black shroud
Across the hard and stony ground


Distant stars shining bright
In the cavern of the night
All is still and silence screams

To the thunder of the Lorca train

Flaming steal swift as wind

Wires hum the rails ring
Smokestack burning fiery sparks
Rise up to the stars


Towns asleep by empty roads
Churches rise from crooked roofs

Cloaked in darkness nothing stirs
Grow smaller darker disappear


See the moon so still and cold
A million stars that shed no warmth
Your nightmares all come out to play

In the silver light
Wait for sunrise in the east
Long shadows crawl across the plain

The ghosts of night will disappear
And lay your fears to rest


Steam hissed up, the hot coals glowed
The furnace blazed, the wheels they rolled
On tracks of iron, straight and cold

The silver moonlight danced

The flames are in the fireman's eye

Orange in the engines glow
Gleaming pistons whirling cranks
Wait for dawn the rooster's crow