Galleries Of Pink Galahs John Williamson
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Galleries of pink galahs
Crystal nights with diamond stars
Apricots preserved in jars
That's my home
Land of oceans in the sun
Purple hazes, river gums
Breaks your heart when rain won't come
It breaks your heart
It takes a harsh and cruel drought
To sort the weaker saplings out
It makes room for stronger trees
Maybe that's what life's about
Winter's come, the hills are brown
Shops are closed, the blinds are down
Everybody's leavin' town
They can't go on
The south wind through verandah gauze
Winds and bangs the homestead doors
A mother curses dusty floors
And feels alone
Trucks and bulk bins filled with rust
Boy leaves home to make a crust
A father's dreams reduced to dust
But he must go on
Crystal nights with diamond stars
Apricots preserved in jars
That's my home
Land of oceans in the sun
Purple hazes, river gums
Breaks your heart when rain won't come
It breaks your heart
It takes a harsh and cruel drought
To sort the weaker saplings out
It makes room for stronger trees
Maybe that's what life's about
Winter's come, the hills are brown
Shops are closed, the blinds are down
Everybody's leavin' town
They can't go on
The south wind through verandah gauze
Winds and bangs the homestead doors
A mother curses dusty floors
And feels alone
Trucks and bulk bins filled with rust
Boy leaves home to make a crust
A father's dreams reduced to dust
But he must go on
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