end to end, A passage run, go down, descend. And underground the air is stale With blurring light and endless rail. On the wheels in motion, underground
from end to end, A passage run, go down, descend. And underground the air is stale With blurring light and endless rail. On the wheels in motion, underground
turn But smiled and wept and bowed and mumbled softly, "Danke shoen" The children on the roadsides of the villages and towns Would stand around us laughing as we stood like giant
