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At heart she's a country girl Though she lives in a city by the sea 60 years gone 60 years away She talks of her childhood As if it were just yesterday It only goes to prove what we've always known That you never really leave When the heart knows it's home If you're born and bred Where the mallee scrub grows Where the red dry dust is Stirred by cattle hooves Where the stars gleam bright With a wonderous hue And the crisp clean air Makes you feel your life's renewed Where the pressures of the city Just fade away And remind you that life Is worth living everyday You can always return While the memories stay strong To the only place You knew that you belonged To the ghosts of your past To a time that couldn't last Out west On the Timor Road |
I know that it's something you won't see today
An eight year old on her horse on her way
To get an education so she could get away
From her life
On the Timor Road
When she would ride down Timor Road
Bare feet, bareback, barely eight years old
Her scraggy brown pony could barely stand the load
Back then
On the Timor Road
She knew poverty and pain on their farm out west
Drought and bushfire never let them rest
Through each of nature's trials they rose to meet the test
Battlers all
On the Timor Road
More than 60 years on her heart's still there
Though she's travelled round the world she found nothing to compare
With the smells and the sights and the people who had shared
Her life
On the Timor Road.
It's got a new name and it's tarred all the way
No flash flooding no need to have to stay
Drivers cruise straight through on the road that leads away
From the ghosts
On the Timor Road.
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At heart she's a country girl Though she lives in a city by the sea 60 years gone 60 years away She talks of her childhood As if it were just yesterday It only goes to prove what we've always known That you never really leave When the heart knows it's home If you're born and bred Where the mallee scrub grows Where the red dry dust is Stirred by cattle hooves Where the stars gleam bright With a wonderous hue And the crisp clean air Makes you feel your life's renewed Where the pressures of the city Just fade away And remind you that life Is worth living everyday You can always return While the memories stay strong To the only place You knew that you belonged To the ghosts of your past To a time that couldn't last Out west On the Timor Road |
- © 1996 Lyndan Blackman