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JIM LOW: vocals - guitar - harmonica THERESA WEST: harmonies IAN JENKINS: bass | |
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JIM LOW: vocals - guitar - harmonica THERESA WEST: harmonies IAN JENKINS: bass | |
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There's nothing but space to meet my view There's an empty feeling when I think of you I thought your memory would fill my heart But the further I travel the further we're apart. Bewitched by your beauty I followed you around From your performance in Beechworth town There's no fool like an old fool or so they say Do you think of me while I'm far away? Chorus: The further I travel across desert sand Through spinifex and mulga, through the heart of this land The further I travel the further we're apart The further I am from your heart. I gave you a bracelet to remind you of me A bracelet as golden as this country A new spell's upon me, this land has won Its endless horizon draws me on I close my eyes your face I see An empty feeling comes over me I thought your memory would fill my heart But the further I travel the further we're apart. © Jim Low - "The Further I Travel"
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