Текст песни
Pushed to fit into routine
They make their own time and more to dream
Their mob stands proud amidst the plains
And the fresh water it blesses them
Oh do I ask in vain, where will they
Bury me and will it be where I belong?
Past hills and valleys wide, through cities, suburbs cut
And dried, I'm lost to where my resting place will be
And all the children, they ride for days
All related by history's page
Full of spirit that never fades
They run so wild just like the rain that falls
Oh do I ask in vain, where will they
Bury me and will it be where I belong?
Past hills and valleys wide, through cities, suburbs cut
And dried, I'm lost to where my resting place will be
Years of friendship passed down the line
A gift to us to have for now
And when we grow, we shall return
To this tradition that stands so firm
Oh do I ask in vain, where will they
Bury me and will it be where I belong?
In Homewood neath the clear blue sky and further on to Red
Dust Drive, I'm lost to where my resting place will be
In Homewood neath the clear blue sky and further on to Red
Dust Drive, I'm lost to where my resting place will be