You ask me why I stay here In a wilful, lonely land, Offering a life of wealth and ease
In a terrain called grand.
Yet can I deny my true origin
To live a life that’s wrong,
Leaving forevermore behind me
The place where I belong?
For my heart belongs to the outback
To those endless mulga plains,
Where the saltbush & the bluebush vie
And the golden wattle reigns.
And the manner that finds wilful you
Will always be wonderful to me
As I bask in the glow of her sunsets
Shelter beneath ironbark trees.
And the land that you call ‘lonely’
Is a haven that I call ‘peace’,
While the terrain of grandeur offered
A turbulence that cannot cease.
Should my eyes grow old and dim
Without her burnished face;
The spirit of her beauty will recall
For me there’s no other place!
So ask not that I should leave here
To tread that turbulent track
For how could I live in wealth with ease
When my heart belongs outback?
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