Testo: Steve Towson. The Straits Of Gibraltar. Winds Over Meandarra.

And when the winds wash over
my meandarra
i know i shall be free

for the darkness of your skies
the brightness of your lights
shining down from the heavens
onto me

for they said if you want to be a man
you must head to the city get some cash in your hands
for thats where humanity is they say
but when i got into town all the businesses they were closing down
heading overseas to where the cheaper labour is

for when the winds wash over
my meandarra
i know i shall be free

for i remember the silent nights
wind licks my body in its flight
heading from the east to its haven in the west
but here i lie in this lifeless bed
with your thoughts fill me with dread
to think i left you oh so long ago

for when the winds wash over
my meandarra
i know i shall be free
for if you are over in my meandarra
wont you give my love to her