Ghosts of the Golden Mile - Slim Dusty

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

And someone stood beside me and he watched the moving throng

He said it’s getting crowded here i think i’ll move along

His beard was grey and dusty on his face was not a 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 Taarg Mahommad told of new strikes all the while

His turban such a friendly sight along the golden mile

Oh i wish these 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 memory live

And they’ll never be forgotten ghosts of the golden mile

Oh they’ll never be forgotten ghosts of the golden mile