There’s sunshine in the south-east
There’s rain to the north-westAnd Gundabooka’s brewing up a storm
The sleeping Bogan River
Winds its gentle track
And the locals said they knew that
I’d be back ...
CHORUS
Coz once you’ve crossed the
North Bourke Bridge
(And) stood on the dust of an
Ancient red ridge
Oh-oh the locals know
The outback calls you back
They knew that I’d be back
Black feet on the red dust
Walk an ancient land
Never tamed and hard to understand
The gidgee and the redgum
Stand in silhouette
And I know the dreaming isn’t over yet ...
There’s the fading glow of sunset
The creeping black of night
Gundabooka sleeps in silver light
And I stand in Lawson’s footsteps
Solitary and small
And in the stillness hear the distant call
There’s sunshine in the south-east
There’s rain to the north-westAnd Gundabooka’s brewing up a storm
The sleeping Bogan River
Winds its gentle track
And the locals said they knew that
I’d be back ...
CHORUS
Coz once you’ve crossed the
North Bourke Bridge
(And) stood on the dust of an
Ancient red ridge
Oh-oh the locals know
The outback calls you back
They knew that I’d be back
Black feet on the red dust
Walk an ancient land
Never tamed and hard to understand
The gidgee and the redgum
Stand in silhouette
And I know the dreaming isn’t over yet ...
There’s the fading glow of sunset
The creeping black of night
Gundabooka sleeps in silver light
And I stand in Lawson’s footsteps
Solitary and small
And in the stillness hear the distant call
There’s sunshine in the south-east
There’s rain to the north-westAnd Gundabooka’s brewing up a storm
The sleeping Bogan River
Winds its gentle track
And the locals said they knew that
I’d be back ...
CHORUS
Coz once you’ve crossed the
North Bourke Bridge
(And) stood on the dust of an
Ancient red ridge
Oh-oh the locals know
The outback calls you back
They knew that I’d be back
Black feet on the red dust
Walk an ancient land
Never tamed and hard to understand
The gidgee and the redgum
Stand in silhouette
And I know the dreaming isn’t over yet ...
There’s the fading glow of sunset
The creeping black of night
Gundabooka sleeps in silver light
And I stand in Lawson’s footsteps
Solitary and small
And in the stillness hear the distant call