Galleries of Pink Galahs

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 gum 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 veranda gauze Whines 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 Tortured red gums unashamed Sun burnt country wisely named Chisel-ploughed and wire-claimed But never never never tamed Whirlwind swirls a paper high Same old news of further dry Of broken clouds just passing by That's my home Land of oceans in the sun Purple hazes, river gum Breaks your heart when rain won't come It breaks your heart --- Galleries of Pink Galahs - John Williamson