Some memories never die
Remain with us always~
Of times we had and knew
And loved in every way~
Times when life it had no stress
And all at the time was fine~
Some memories never die
Great times we knew divine~
I miss before that sunrise
The daylight coming over yonder plain~
While out there catching the stock horse
In that large round yard once again~
I miss those early birds within the pepper trees
The smell of well greased leather~
The fragrance from the open country
Upon the breezes through the heather~
All those visiting well fed cockatoos
That call to bid me a good day~
Then to fly off across the spread
To feed there within the hay~
I miss the smell of hot black tea
Boiling in the billy later on~
Or within that old trusty quart pot
With bush black tea good and strong~
I miss the taste of home made dampa
As one at smoko sits to roll a smoke~
I miss being out upon those open plains
I miss being a country bloke~
I miss the mate ship old and true
My trusty dogs and horses ever so~
I miss days of open plain haze
Some memories never die you know~