On the west Australian goldfields down Kalgoorlie 
streets so wide
I walked one night and felt as though the past was by 
my side
The city lights were fading and as I stood awhile
A thousand candles seemed to shine across the golden 
mile

The clutter of a thousand tents before me on the field
Picks and shovels laid around that worked the golden 
yield
And diggers passed before me in a moving shifting file
Their faces turned towards me ghosts of the golden mile

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And someone stood beside me and he watched the moving 
throng
He said it's getting crowded here I think I'll move 
along
smile
Paddy Hannan was a quiet man, he opened the golden mile

And then I watched a camel team come swaying down the 
track
With precious loads of water casks strapped across 
their backs
The Afghan targ Mahommad told of new strikes all the 
while
His turban such a friendly sight along the golden mile

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Oh I wish those men could see again these busy streets 
today
And hear the giant crushers as the mine works roar away
Kalgoorlie speaks of history and it keeps their 
memories live
And they'll never be forgotten, ghosts of the golden 
mile

Oh they'll never be forgotten, ghosts of the golden 
mile