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CALLING TO ME /BY JOHN O BRIEN'S
Calling to me
THROUGH THE HUSH OF MY HEART
in the spell of it's dreaming
comes the song of a bush boy
glad hearted and free:
Oh, the gullies are green where
the sunlight is streaming,
and the voice of a youngster is
calling to me.
it is calling to me with a haunting
insistence,and my feet wander off
on a hoof beaten track,
till i hear the old magpies
away in the distance
with a song of the morning
that's calling to me back.
it's calling me back, for the dew's
on the clover, and the colours are
mellow on mountain and tree:
Oh, the gold has gone gray in the
heart of the rover, and the bush
is in the sunlight is calling to me.
it's calling to me though
the breezes are telling gay
troubadours tales to the stars to
the stars as they roam: For the tapers
are lit in the humble old dwellings,
and the love that it sheltered is
calling me home.
It is calling me home-but the
white road lies gleaming, and afar
from it all must i tarry and dree:
Just an echo far off, in the hush
of my dreaming is the voice of a
youngster that's calling to me.
written by John O Brien's in 1921
bush poet. the tradition carried on today by Aussiepoet.
Australia the land you will most definitely,
never get over. the ad for the ghan has got that right.
THROUGH THE HUSH OF MY HEART
in the spell of it's dreaming
comes the song of a bush boy
glad hearted and free:
Oh, the gullies are green where
the sunlight is streaming,
and the voice of a youngster is
calling to me.
it is calling to me with a haunting
insistence,and my feet wander off
on a hoof beaten track,
till i hear the old magpies
away in the distance
with a song of the morning
that's calling to me back.
it's calling me back, for the dew's
on the clover, and the colours are
mellow on mountain and tree:
Oh, the gold has gone gray in the
heart of the rover, and the bush
is in the sunlight is calling to me.
it's calling to me though
the breezes are telling gay
troubadours tales to the stars to
the stars as they roam: For the tapers
are lit in the humble old dwellings,
and the love that it sheltered is
calling me home.
It is calling me home-but the
white road lies gleaming, and afar
from it all must i tarry and dree:
Just an echo far off, in the hush
of my dreaming is the voice of a
youngster that's calling to me.
written by John O Brien's in 1921
bush poet. the tradition carried on today by Aussiepoet.
Australia the land you will most definitely,
never get over. the ad for the ghan has got that right.
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CALLING TO ME /BY JOHN O BRIEN`S
CALLING TO ME /BY JOHN O BRIEN`S