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Don't go lookin' through that old camphor box, woman
You know those old things only make you cry When you dream upon that little bunny rug Makes you think that life has passed you by There are days when you wish the world would stop, woman But then you know some wounds would never heal But when I browse the early pages of the children It's then I know exactly how you feel Hey it's July and the winter sun is shining And Cootamundra wattle is my friend For all at once my childhood never left me 'Cause wattle blossoms bring it back again It's Sunday and you should stop the worrying, woman Come out here and sit down in the sun Can't you hear the magpies in the distance Dont' you know a new day has begun Can't you hear the bees makin' honey, woman In the spotted gums where the bellbirds ring You might grow old and bitter 'cause you missed it You know some people never hear such things Hey it's July and the winter sun is shining And Cootamundra wattle is my friend For all at once my childhood never left me 'Cause wattle blossoms bring it back again Don't buy the daily papers any more, woman Read all about what's going on in hell They don't care to tell the world of kindness Good news never made a paper sell There's all the colours of the rainbow in the garden, woman And symphonies of music in the sky Heaven's all around us if you're looking But how can you see it if you cry Hey it's July and the winter sun is shining And Cootamundra wattle is my friend For all at once my childhood never left me 'Cause wattle blossoms bring it back again |
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from John Williamson - Mallee Bay (2003)
Teary eyes at the window,
Where did Mum and Dad go? I wish someone would hurry up and come and get me, Gee I'm scared The cat shot through, She saw the light and fled. Cracker night was a real big deal, when I was a little kid They started lettin' them off after tea I ran inside and hid And all the dogs from everywhere were underneath me bed. We all went down in our dressing gowns to see the big bonfire Wide eyes watched the straw man burn on a mile-high pile of tyres Hot as hell, big black smell and red hot rings of wire. Sky rockets zinging, Catherine wheels spinning, What a flamin' evening, Fire trucks were screaming Smoky haze hangin' round for days And Grandma's ears were ringing. Everynight after school draggin' bits of wood, Boxes and branches and rotten old fences, And mattresses were good. We even scrounged a vinyl lounge And anything we could Little Guy Fawkes's and letter boxes Blown all out of shape Light the wick and back off quick, And make the big escape Cackin' ourselves and rippin' my shirt Scrambling through the gate Sky rockets zinging Catherine wheels spinning What a flamin' evening Fire trucks were screaming Smoky haze hangin' round for days And Grandma's ears were ringing. A house burnt down on the edge of town We all took off with Pa This thing whizzed across the road And nearly hit our car A bang and spark lit up the park And everyone went Ah! Ah! Ah! Cracker night was a real big deal, When I was a little kid, It seems like only yesterday Tucked away in bed Dreams of schemes and double bunger Daring things we did |
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Galleries of pink galahs
Crystal nights with diamond stars Apricots preserved in jars That's my home Land of oceans in the sun Purple hazes, river gums Breaks your heart when rain won't come It breaks your heart It takes a harsh and cruel drought To sort the weaker saplings out It makes room for stronger trees Maybe that's what life's about Winter's come, the hills are brown Shops are closed, the blinds are down Everybody's leavin' town They can't go on The south wind through verandah gauze Winds and bangs the homestead doors A mother curses dusty floors And feels alone Trucks and bulk bins filled with rust Boy leaves home to make a crust A father's dreams reduced to dust But he must go on Tortured redgums unashamed Sunburnt country wisely named Chisel ploughed and wire claimed But never, never, never tamed Whirlwind swirls a paper high Same old news of further dry Of broken clouds just passing by That's my home Land of oceans in the sun Purple hazes, river gums Breaks your heart when rain won't come It breaks your heart |
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from John Williamson - Mallee Bay (2003)
by John Williamson
Wouldn't you like to ride along a country road I'll give you a gentle push I swell with pride to see the countryside When I wander aimlessly through the bush 'Cause that's where I get my music And that's where I live my life You can call me a jolly swagman if you like Call it humpin' my bluey,I reckon that's the style So why don't you climb aboard with me, along the road a while Been workin' in the big smoke, singin' at the pub I talk to people everywhere - they still love the scrub Longing for a piece of land and the Eucalyptus air So why don't you come with me, I'll take you there Maybe we'll find a shack somewhere Plant an avocado tree With fences only to deep out the cows Share a dream with me I've spent some time in your town, at every waterhole 'Cause I must drink a big brown land to quench a thirsty soul From W.A along the Nullabor and north to the black soil plains Through cattle, sheep and hills of golden grain The snow on Kosciusko My friends in the Territory Springtime in Tasmania, it all belongs to me |
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Well I've ripped and dug out burrows on a sandy bulloak hill,
Eradicating rabbits doesn't take a lot of skill But a boy born in the Mallee doesn't find 'em hard to kill No self-respecting farmer lets a rodent eat his wheat He'll shoot 'em and he'll skin 'em and he'll dress 'em up to eat But since the spread of mixo He's almost got 'em beat And I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee boy Where little town dogs howl at the morning train, Where a cocky makes a living on twelve inches of rain Where his woman provides and is rare to complain And I still love the smell of that sandy soil, Some say it's dusty, some say it's gold Cause it grows the sweetest fat lambs the markets ever sold And I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee Boy, No I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee Boy. Where you can lose an ear on duck opening day, Where slickers bring their shotguns from miles away, And shoot the life out of shags and swans that fly their way. Where a bloke grows as stocky as a Mallee bull, Where they come from miles around to see the tractor pull, When the paddocks are clean and seed silos are full, And I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee Boy. Well I've ripped and dug out burrows on a sandy bulloak hill, Eradicating rabbits doesn't take a lot of skill, And a boy born in the Mallee doesn't find 'em hard to kill. But they'll never be as rare as a Quandong tree My grandma made some jam for my brothers and me They're like the Mallee Fowl you hardly ever see But I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee Boy. No I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee Boy. No I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee Boy. |
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Pastel red to burgundy and spinifex to gold
We've just come out of the mulga where the plains forever roll And Albert Namatjira has painted all the scenes And a shower has changed the lustre of his land And it's raining on the rock, in a beautiful country And I'm proud to travel this big land, like an Aborigine And it's raining on the rock, what an almighty sight to see And I'm wishing on a postcard, that you were here with me Everlasting daisies and the beautiful desert rose Where does their beauty come from, heaven knows I could ask the wedgetail, but he's away too high I wonder if he understands, it's wonderful to fly And it's raining on the rock, in a beautiful country And I'm proud to travel this big land, like an Aborigine And it's raining on the rock, what an almighty sight to see And I'm wishing on a postcard, that you were here with me It cannot be described with a picture The mesmerising colours of the Olgas Or the grandeur of the rock Uluru has power And it's raining on the rock, in a beautiful country And I'm proud to travel this big land, like an Aborigine And it's raining on the rock, what an almighty sight to see And I'm wishing on a postcard, that you were here with me |
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from John Williamson - Mallee Bay (2003)
Hey true blue dont say your gone say your knocked off for a smoko and you'll be back later on. Hey true blue, Hey true blue. you can turn me straight, face to face, are you really disappearing, just another dying race. Hey true blue, true blue, is it me and you, is it mum and dad, is it a cockatoo, is it standing by ya mate when hes in a fight or just vegemite true blue im asking you, hey true blue can you bear the load will you tie it up with wire just to keep the show on the road, Hey true blue, Hey true blue. now be fair dinkum, is your heart still there, if they sell us up like sponge cake do you really care, Hey true blue, True blue is it me and you, is it mum and dad, is it a cockatoo, is it standing by ya mate when shes in a fight or just vegemite true blue im asking you, True blue is it me and you, is it mum and dad is it a cockatoo, is it standing by ya mate when hes in a fight or just vegemite, True blue, True blue.
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from John Williamson - Warragul (2003)
by John Williamson
Where ancient mountains are whittled down Millions of years to a little mound Where giant feet are fossil found I see spinifex surfing on a dune, The rock is redder in the afternoon Tourists clicking madly soon Where spring will come with any rain A chance to flower and seed again Forever garden risin' plain The dangers of the wild remain And away up there where the wind is blown Never before felt so alone More aware of skin and bone I watch the parade of human folk Strips of rubber, cans of Coke Making dust and blowing smoke Where the awe-inspiring power of time Leave some fearful, some sublime White man finds his progress prime Black man feels no urge to climb Now I believe we all are one Features and creatures in the sun Breathing the air we all belong I have a dream I can't explain Wattle soldiers, making claim And paradise returns again |
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from John Williamson - Warragul (2003)
by John Williamson
Dingo, Dingo - why you runnin' scared? Dingo, Dingo - why you runnin' scared? Guard dog of the mountains Keepin' the rats from eatin' it all away Dingo, Dingo - koori warragul Dingo, Dingo - koori warragul Guard dog of the plains Keepin' the sheep from eatin' it all away Dingo, Dingo - why you get so mad? Dingo, Dingo - why you get so mad? Guard dog of the desert Keepin' the roos from eatin' it all away |
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from John Williamson - Warragul (2003)
by John Williamson
What am I gonna do - what about the future? Gotta draw the line without delay Why shouldn't I get emotional - the bush is sacred Ancient life will fade away Over the hill they go, killing another mountain Gotta fill the quota - can't go slow Huge machinery wiping out the scenery One big swipe like a shearer's blow Rip rip woodchip - turn it into paper Throw it in the bin, no news today Nightmare, dreaming - can't you hear the screaming? Chainsaw, eyesore - more decay Remember the axemen knew their timber Cared about the way they brought it down Crosscut, blackbutt, tallowood and cedar Build another bungalow - pioneer town I am the bush and I am koala We are one - go hand in hand I am the bush like Banjo and Henry It's in my blood - gonna make a stand Rip rip woodchip - turn it into paper Throw it in the bin, no news today Nightmare, dreaming - can't you hear the screaming? Chainsaw, eyesore - more decay Rip rip woodchip - turn it into paper Throw it in the bin - don't understand Nightmare, dreaming - can't you hear the screaming? Stirs my blood - gonna make a stand |
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from John Williamson - Waratah Street (2003)
A city girl is happy with her friends and family life
Appreciates a wine with him at night She tries to find the sparkle, she searches but it's gone With lots of love she hopes he'll be alright Her man has gone all quiet he's not at ease He doesn't feel at home he's hard to please He gets itchy feet he's tired of noises in the street He needs to walk for hours through the trees CHORUS No a bushman can't survive on city lights Opera rock and roll and height of heights His moon shines on the silver brigalow Shimmers down the inland river flow Out there where the yellow belly bites He's working with his hands today on a building site He can smell the Cypress on the floor It takes him to a sandy ridge out amongst the pines No shearin' no ploughin' anymore His kelpie dog is tired and fast asleep Sick of searchin' gardens for the sheep His master doesn't whistle tunes he's not in the mood His love for open spaces runs too deep CHORUS He tries to please his woman the lady of his life He's standing at a party with a plate She finds him on the balcony staring at the moon An old familiar face he can relate CHORUS His moon shines on the silver brigalow Shimmers down the inand river Out there where the yellow belly bites |
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from John Williamson - Pipe Dream (2003)
Where is the glory when war is won
A man hits the bottle and belts his son So I ran away to the Cattle Run Where I learned to fight and swallow rum And I learned to go barefoot you see Just like an Aborigine For one of their tribe belonged to me The Prettiest Girl in the Kimberley Oooh . . . But I could not marry the girl I adore Black and white was against the law They chain you up to a Boab Tree For kissing an Aborigine But a ringer's heart is immune to pain A bull rips your leg and you carry on You clench your teeth and you cry alone And ride for a week till the poison's gone Oooh . . . But me and my dog we're not alone The Pension provides us with beef and a bone I've given up drifting and drinking rum We're up and about before the sun And I can still quarter a beast in a dash Have your freezer full of spare ribs in a flash And I still dream of the one for me The Prettiest Girl in the Kimberley Oooh . . . Yes I still dream of the one for me The Prettiest Girl in the Kimberley |
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from John Williamson - Pipe Dream (2003)
Pastel red to burgundy and spinifex to gold
We've just come out of the mulga where the plains forever roll And Albert Namatjira has painted all the scenes And a shower has changed the lustre of his land And it's raining on the rock, in a beautiful country And I'm proud to travel this big land, like an Aborigine And it's raining on the rock, what an almighty sight to see And I'm wishing on a postcard, that you were here with me Everlasting daisies and the beautiful desert rose Where does their beauty come from, heaven knows I could ask the wedgetail, but he's away too high I wonder if he understands, it's wonderful to fly And it's raining on the rock, in a beautiful country And I'm proud to travel this big land, like an Aborigine And it's raining on the rock, what an almighty sight to see And I'm wishing on a postcard, that you were here with me It cannot be described with a picture The mesmerising colours of the Olgas Or the grandeur of the rock Uluru has power And it's raining on the rock, in a beautiful country And I'm proud to travel this big land, like an Aborigine And it's raining on the rock, what an almighty sight to see And I'm wishing on a postcard, that you were here with me |
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from John Williamson - Pipe Dream (2003)
by John Williamson
She had her back to him As he walked in through the door He'd been down in the forest He said, "I cut me a walkin' stick palm Down by the stingin' tree Never thought I'd see the day I'd need one" She said, "The real estate people came again today I made them a pot of tea They said we'd fetch a million dollars For our little old 'Rosewood Hill' I guess they thought we might consider What would we do with a million When we own paradise Buy us an acre of sand You tell those eager beavers They won't be talkin' to me This paradise is not for sale" He's the last of the old cow cockies Up there in the clouds Wouldn't white-coast gold shoes love to get Their hands on his land Smell the crispy bacon Spit and crackle on the fry The promise of a brand new day Shake the cloudy blanket And throw it to the sky The valley takes your breath away The crows are perched and waitin' The family dreams of gold Surely soon the old man will fade away |
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Teary eyes at the window,
Where did Mum and Dad go? I wish someone would hurry up and come and get me, Gee I'm scared The cat shot through, She saw the light and fled. Cracker night was a real big deal, when I was a little kid They started lettin' them off after tea I ran inside and hid And all the dogs from everywhere were underneath me bed. We all went down in our dressing gowns to see the big bonfire Wide eyes watched the straw man burn on a mile-high pile of tyres Hot as hell, big black smell and red hot rings of wire. Sky rockets zinging, Catherine wheels spinning, What a flamin' evening, Fire trucks were screaming Smoky haze hangin' round for days And Grandma's ears were ringing. Everynight after school draggin' bits of wood, Boxes and branches and rotten old fences, And mattresses were good. We even scrounged a vinyl lounge And anything we could Little Guy Fawkes's and letter boxes Blown all out of shape Light the wick and back off quick, And make the big escape Cackin' ourselves and rippin' my shirt Scrambling through the gate Sky rockets zinging Catherine wheels spinning What a flamin' evening Fire trucks were screaming Smoky haze hangin' round for days And Grandma's ears were ringing. A house burnt down on the edge of town We all took off with Pa This thing whizzed across the road And nearly hit our car A bang and spark lit up the park And everyone went Ah! Ah! Ah! Cracker night was a real big deal, When I was a little kid, It seems like only yesterday Tucked away in bed Dreams of schemes and double bunger Daring things we did |
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from John Williamson - John Williamson For Aussie Kids (2003)
by John Williamson
Goodbye Bunyip Bluegum, goodbye Blinky Bill And beautiful little Nutsie, I can't believe it Our koalas are all dying, can it really be A national disaster, a world catastrophe Shiny little black nose and fluffy little ears Furry little bundle soaking up the tears Snugglepot and Cuddlepie are crying in the rain And wombat's gone into his hole and won't come out Oh pass the hat around between your friends There's no time to contemplate Maybe if we show some love Maybe it's not too late 'Cause Blinky Bill is dying, cross him off the list Knock on doors, ring the bell, save the eucalypts I don't think I could stand the shame, knowing that I could Have saved the world from losing something beautiful and good One doctor on the job is hardly enough One little hospital, wake up Australia It's our corner of the world, time to pull our weight What would we tell our children about our little mate |
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from John Williamson - John Williamson For Aussie Kids (2003)
By B. Brown/W. Johnson
I've been around the world A couple of times or maybe more I've seen the sights, I've had delights On every foreign shore But when my mates all ask me The place that I adore I tell them right away Give me a home among the gumtrees With lots of plum trees A sheep or two, a k-kangaroo A clothesline out the back Verandah out the front And an old rocking chair You can see me in the kitchen Cooking up a roast Or Vegemite on toast Just you and me, a cup of tea And later on, we'll settle down And go out on the porch And watch the possums play There's a Safeways up the corner And a Woolies down the street And a brand new place they've opened up Where they regulate the heat But I'd trade them all tomorrow For a little bush retreat Where the kookaburras call Some people like their houses With fences all around Others live in mansions And some beneath the ground But me I like the bush you know With rabbits running round And a pumpkin vine out the back |
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Let me tell you of an interview with an Old Man Emu
He's got a beak and feathers and things, but the poor old fella ain't got no wings "Aren't you jealous of the wedge-tail eagle?" - dom ba da little da da da (Spoken in tempo) "While the eagle's flying round and round, I keep my two feet firmly on the ground I can't fly, but I'm telling you, I can run the pants off a kangaroo". Doo dee ba doo doo doo , boo da da doot doo doo doo He can't fly, but I'm telling you, he can run the pants off a kangaroo. Well he was the model for the fifty cents - oom ba da little da da da The designer should have had more sense - oom ba da little da da da If you take a look, it'll prove to you, I ran the pants off that kangaroo. Doo dee ba doo doo doo...Boo da da doot doo doo.. Take a look it'll prove to you, he can run the pants off the kangaroo. You can't loop the loop like a cockatoo - Oom ba da little da da da Swoop and toss like an albatross - Oom ba da little da da da "You silly galah, I'm better by far, than a white cockatoo or a budgerigar; They squeak and squawk and try to talk, why me and them's like cheese and chalk" Ba da da Doo dee ba doo doo doo...Boo da da doot doo doo doo He can't fly but I'm telling you, he can run the pants off a kangaroo... Well the last time I saw Old Man Emu - Oom ba da little da da da He was chasing a female he knew - Oom ba da little da da da As he shot past I heard him say "She can't fly, but I'm telling you She could run the pants off a kangaroo". - Ba da da Doo dee ba doo doo doo Doo dee ba doo doo doo...Boo da da doot doo doo doo She can't fly but I'm telling you, she can run the pants off a kangaroo Well there is a moral to this ditty - Oom ba da little da da da Thrush can sing but he ain't pretty - Oom ba da little da da da Duck can swim, but he can't sing, nor can the eagle on the wing Emu can't fly, but I'm telling you, he can run the pants off a kangaroo. Well the kookaburra laughed and said "It's true, oom ba da little da da da, Ha Ha Ha Ha Hah Hoo, He can run the pants off a kangaroo" |
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by John Williamson
What am I gonna do - what about the future? Gotta draw the line without delay Why shouldn't I get emotional - the bush is sacred Ancient life will fade away Over the hill they go, killing another mountain Gotta fill the quota - can't go slow Huge machinery wiping out the scenery One big swipe like a shearer's blow Rip rip woodchip - turn it into paper Throw it in the bin, no news today Nightmare, dreaming - can't you hear the screaming? Chainsaw, eyesore - more decay Remember the axemen knew their timber Cared about the way they brought it down Crosscut, blackbutt, tallowood and cedar Build another bungalow - pioneer town I am the bush and I am koala We are one - go hand in hand I am the bush like Banjo and Henry It's in my blood - gonna make a stand Rip rip woodchip - turn it into paper Throw it in the bin, no news today Nightmare, dreaming - can't you hear the screaming? Chainsaw, eyesore - more decay Rip rip woodchip - turn it into paper Throw it in the bin - don't understand Nightmare, dreaming - can't you hear the screaming? Stirs my blood - gonna make a stand |
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Hey true blue dont say your gone say your knocked off for a smoko and you'll be back later on. Hey true blue, Hey true blue. you can turn me straight, face to face, are you really disappearing, just another dying race. Hey true blue, true blue, is it me and you, is it mum and dad, is it a cockatoo, is it standing by ya mate when hes in a fight or just vegemite true blue im asking you, hey true blue can you bear the load will you tie it up with wire just to keep the show on the road, Hey true blue, Hey true blue. now be fair dinkum, is your heart still there, if they sell us up like sponge cake do you really care, Hey true blue, True blue is it me and you, is it mum and dad, is it a cockatoo, is it standing by ya mate when shes in a fight or just vegemite true blue im asking you, True blue is it me and you, is it mum and dad is it a cockatoo, is it standing by ya mate when hes in a fight or just vegemite, True blue, True blue.
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Oh there once was a swagman camped in a billabong
Under the shade of a coolibah tree And he sang as he looked at his old billy boiling Who'll come a waltzing Matilda with me Chorus Who'll come a waltzing Matilda my darling Who'll come a waltzing Matilda with me Waltzing Matilda and leading a water bag Who'll come a waltzing Matilda with me Down came a jumbuck to drink at the water hole Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him with glee And he sang as he stowed him away in his tucker bag You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me Down came the squatter a riding on his thoroughbred Down came the troopers one two three Whose is that jumbuck you've got in the tucker bag You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me But the swagman he up and he jumped into the water hole Drowning himself by the coolibah tree And his ghost may be heard as it sings in the billabong Who'll come a waltzing Matilda with me |
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from John Williamson - The Way It Is (2003)
There's a rose bush in the garden
Been there since I was born That celebrates its age without fear I touch the velvet petals And smell the breath of angels And pick the purple roses every year Now you think you're passed your prime my sweet woman Your use-by date is faded and grey But sad and sorry thoughts like that my darlin' Is throwin' purple roses away You're tired of pretending that you're younger When gravity is real and here to stay So you wear your clothes more easily for comfort You used to be too skinny anyway Now you're looking in the mirror A picture of your Mother But you don't see the woman that I see Denying grace and pride the good Lord gave you Is throwin' purple roses away Yeah, sad and sorry thoughts like that my darlin' Is throwin' purple roses away |
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from John Williamson - The Way It Is (2003)
I'm into cattle, my Father was too
From Great Great Grandfather all the way through And we scarcely have wasted an hour of daylight Stickin' to Herefords and it's been all right Prepared for the lean times and save for a drought But you can't always plan how the future turns out Life's gettin' harder to make what we need With low cattle prices and more mouths to feed Oh, six generations where camels run free I hope I am never too blind to see How fortunate, how proud can an old fella be Three sons in their swags 'round the stock camp with me Sent the boys off to school to see Adelaide How other folks live, get a job learn a trade Couldn't keep them away 'cause their hearts are still here My butcher, my welder, my diesel engineer Oh, six generations where camels run free I hope I am never too blind to see How fortunate, how proud can an old fella be Three sons in their swags 'round the stock camp with me And I come in for dinner, the sun hits the range In a matter of seconds the colours all change From gold down to violet the soul has been burned And I understand fully why they have returned Cause I'm into cattle, my Father was too From Great Great Grandfather all the way through And we've never been guilty of wasting daylight We work hard, we play hard and we sleep well at night Oh, six generations where camels run free I hope I am never too blind to see How fortunate, how proud can an old fella be Three sons in their swags 'round the stock camp with me Three sons in their swags 'round the stock camp with me |
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from John Williamson - Anthems-A Celebration of Australia (2003)
Australians all let us rejoice
For we are young and free We've golden soil and wealth for toil Our home is girt by sea Our land abounds in nature's gifts Of beauty rich and rare In history's page, let every stage Advance Australia Fair In joyful strains then let us sing Advance Australia Fair |
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from John Williamson - Anthems-A Celebration of Australia (2003)
Galleries of pink galahs
Crystal nights with diamond stars Apricots preserved in jars That's my home Land of oceans in the sun Purple hazes, river gums Breaks your heart when rain won't come It breaks your heart It takes a harsh and cruel drought To sort the weaker saplings out It makes room for stronger trees Maybe that's what life's about Winter's come, the hills are brown Shops are closed, the blinds are down Everybody's leavin' town They can't go on The south wind through verandah gauze Winds and bangs the homestead doors A mother curses dusty floors And feels alone Trucks and bulk bins filled with rust Boy leaves home to make a crust A father's dreams reduced to dust But he must go on Tortured redgums unashamed Sunburnt country wisely named Chisel ploughed and wire claimed But never, never, never tamed Whirlwind swirls a paper high Same old news of further dry Of broken clouds just passing by That's my home Land of oceans in the sun Purple hazes, river gums Breaks your heart when rain won't come It breaks your heart |