The girl in the moon. Is alone with the stars. And the spaceships. The girl in the moon. Is alone and alive. With the dust and the air. . Nothing grows.
Be safe and close darling. Your heart is precious to me. When you are exploring. Remember all you see. Is only the view of the world. From your flying machine.
So, I hear it's cold. Up in Chicago. But I wouldn't know. . You, told all your friends. That I was no good. and you banished me from. . Does it hurt to be alone.
Board a train, take it east. Find myself again. Western winds drove me there. Lonely stars, take me back home. . I chased a dream, I read about. In a magazine.
I'm sorry Mrs. Davenport. I broke your daughter's heart in two. And I swear I'll pay for it. . But I was just a child then. When you caught me that day.
I watched you unfold. In front of my eyes. As the drugs you were taking. Claimed your life. . If I had a ladder. up to the sky. I'd climb up to reach you.
Told my friends that I've had too much. Take me home and to lock me up. I'm a threat and I've had enough. Wait, just wait. . Then they bathe me in a crown of thorns.
I'll take your photo in my hand. Turn it up and inside out. Till there's nothing in between. I wish that could be me. You look fine together. . I'll run in circles in my head.
I'm heading down to Mexico. In a stolen car from Chicago. and I don't think I'll ever make it back. . They claimed I shot a man up there. in a drunken bar, smoke in the air.
There was a car crash. Out on the highway. And I was the only survivor. I made it out alive. . So I fled the wreckage. and called in the accident. With hopes to save the people.
"Welcome Home". -Eric Bogle. . Now when the boys came home, Annie cried and Annie cheered. She'd been on her own for a long and lonely year. Living for his letters from far away Vietnam.
WEE DARK ENGINE ROOM. (G) C G7 C G / G C F G7 C / C G7 C F C G C G / C F C F C. In that wee dark engine room,. Where the chill seeps through your soul,.
Well, once jolly swagmen* went humping their swags. and stuffed jolly jumbucks* down in their tucker bags. These days, jolly junkies go on house-breaking jags.
"The Sign". -Eric Bogle. . In the summer of last year, in a city* far from here. That stands on the shores of the fair Pacific sea. I walked it's pleasant streets, no view in mind, no one to meet.
"SOMETHING OF VALUE". -Eric Bogle. . I can see the Southern Cross tonight. While here below, bathed in it's light. The Dreamtime land safe, snug and tight is sleeping.
"Queensland Whalers". -Eric Bogle. . I've sailed the North Atlantic with ice flows in the breeze. I've sailed the Dutch East Indies o'er the calm blue sunny seas.
"Plastic Paddy". -Eric Bogle. . Hup! dee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee dah. Hup! dee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee dah.
"NOW I'M EASY". - Eric Bogle. . For nearly sixty years, I've been a Cockie. Of droughts and fires and floods I've lived through plenty. This country's dust and mud have seen my tears and blood.
"MIRRORS". -Eric Bogle. . Children are born with trust in their eyes. it's the first thing that we betray. Children are born believing in magic. it's the first thing we take away.
"Ibrahim". -Eric Bogle. . (Album: The Colour of Dreams). . Hey Ibrahim, tell me what do you think of Australia?. Do our beautiful desert sunsets fill you with wonder?.