The Bush Girl The Seekers

So you rode from the range where your brothers select
Through the ghostly grey bush in the dawn
You rode slowly at first lest her heart should suspect
That you were so glad to be gone

You had scarcely the courage to glance back at her
By the homestead receding from view
And you breathed with relief as you rounded the spur
For the world was a wide world to you

Grey eyes that grow sadder than sunset or rain
Fond heart that is ever more true
Firm faith that grows firmer for watching in vain
She'll wait by the sliprails for you

Ah the world is a new and a wide one to you
But the world to your sweetheart is shut
For a change never comes to the lonely bush girl
From the stockyard the bush and the hut

And the only relief from its dullness she feels
Is when ridges grow softened and dim
And away in the dusk to the sliprails she steals
To dream of past meetings with him

Grey eyes that grow sadder than sunset or rain
Fond heart that is ever more true
Firm faith that grows firmer for watching in vain
She'll wait by the sliprails for you