An Aussie Bush Ballad
The eucalypt leaves sway gently atop the trees so tall and strongThe hot north wind blows incessantly as I tramp along The parched brown earth and dust so fine kicks up upon my kneesWhat I wouldn't give right now for a swig of billy tea I trudge my way along the track, blue sky my only friendHoping to come across a swaggie's camp further up beyond the bend I've not seen a soul since I left stockman's crossing, though the river had ceased to flowMy swag was getting heavy now, a camp would be all the go I sing a tune inside my head of a land so true and freeA place where you can be a toff or wander just like me Wander short or wander long whatever is your favourYour sure to meet the nicest folk in your life's labour As the sun dips down behind the mountains I smell a scent on the breezeThe unmistakable aroma of a eucalypt billy of tea My step it quickens as I head towards the stand of mallee gumThe men all there give a welcome wave in greeting the new chum I state my name and where I'm from and where I may be goingSit down they cried and help yourself to tea there as it's brewing We sit and chat about this land and of how free we are To make our own life come what may to travel near and far No boss to tell us what to do or where to go each dayThis wide brown land will always have the last and final say From horizon to horizon from verdant through to bronzeFrom Qld heat to snowy alps this land goes on and on Bury me under a moonlit sky beneath the southern stars that I loveThen sing a Requiem for me and I'll thank you from above.