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A Picture Of Home (1996 Digital Remaster) - Slim Dusty

My story swings around the bunch of soldiers

Resting close behind the battle scene

There were men from many nations represented

A rugged cup united nations team

They spoke about their own beloved homeland

Resting far from all the tortured battle scenes

On this day the lad who claimed the most attention

A young Australian soldier who began

Oh I have never claimed to be a namatjira

I have never taken up the painters brush

But in words my lads I'll paint for you a picture

Of my homeland in the wide Australian bush

Have you ever seen the western plains at sundown

And the firey streaks that seem to blaze across

And then later in the evenin' see a ghost gum

And then silently we meet the southern 'cross

Have you ever heard the wild swan in it's calling

In the stillness of some far away lagoon

Or seen the place where brumbies come to water

They always come at the rising of the moon

Have you ever wandered through some burning gully

In springtime when the wattles are in bloom

If you've never then you've never known the sweetness

That fills the air around with it's perfume

Have you ever gazed upon a peaceful homestead

With the old blue mountains standing in the view

See the homestead cattle grazing by the river

From the hillside bounds an old man kangaroo

In the ev'nin see the smoke rise from the chimney

Tells that day is done and soon it's time for tea

Hear the jackass laughter ringing through the bushland

Well that's God's own country and home sweet home to me

Have you ever seen a wheat field in the morning

When the dawn wind ripples through the golden grain

Or wandered through the farmlands in the dawn time

And smelt their earthly sweetness after rain

Oh I have never claimed to be a namatjira

As I'd said before I've never used a brush

But I hope my lads I've painted you a picture

Of my homeland in the wide Australian bush