I close my eyes and there in the shadows I see your light You come to me out of my dreams across the night You take my hand though you may be so many
Double, double, toil and trouble Fire burn and cauldron bubble Double, double, toil and trouble Something wicked this way comes. Eye of newt and toe
We've learnt to kick a ball, but we're not quite cynical And we've written on the wall, John's gay He's gay And Janet's friends with John and she says
Traduzione: Colonne sonore (altre tracce) colonna sonora. Stella di Natale [John Williams].
Traduzione: Colonne sonore (altre tracce) colonna sonora. Buon Natale, Buon Natale [John Williams].
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
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 It makes
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
I took her home, in my E.K She's chewin' on Juicy Fruit I'm chewin' on P.K Got one hand on the wheel 'n' arm around her neck The other hand goin' down
Just layin' with my lady on a houseboat in the sun Can't hear the city hummin', and I'm feelin' good With a belly full of oysters and some white wine
was in a pram Some places may be greener, but I don't give a damn 'Cause I'm Fair Dinkum, bloody oath I am. Now I was in the doctor's just the other
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
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
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
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
Now's not the time for wailin' While there's water in the river We'll all lay down and cry when it's gone I'll be a jackass and laugh at every sunrise
I'll sing you the desert, where blackmen sailed Waterhole to water, where whitemen failed See the face of dreamers, forgotten souls Hear the voice of
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,
