The air is cold and biting
The sky is bleak and white
A prison train goes travelling
Swiftly through the night
Fourty men in bondage
Off to meet their fate
They're wrongfully convicted
But now it seems it's much too late!
In Siberia
There's sorrow on the rails
These prisoners have done no wrong
But now they're off to jail
Curse the wicked man
Who led the cruel attack
Their train has left the station but
It's never coming back
A crooked politician
Was soon to be exposed
By several men who knew the truth
When trouble had arose
Furious and panicked
He came up with a lie
He pulled some strings and banished them
And sent these poor men off to die
In Siberia
There's sorrow on the rails
These prisoners have done no wrong
But now they're off to jail
Curse the wicked man
Who led the cruel attack
Their train has left the station but
It's never coming...
Wait!
There may be a gleam of hope
As one of the prisoners has loosened up his rope
Freed from his bonds, he sneaks down front
Up to the engine with a man to confront
Slow and soft are this man's steps
As he walks with his rope plotting out what's next
He enters the cab slowly from the rear
Then he binds and gags the engineer
In Siberia
There's triumph on the rails
These blameless men have freed themselves
From those who would assail
Now they're free at last
And racing down the track
They're moving ever forward
And they're never going - Hey!
Never going back
