When the voices of children are heard on the green And laughter is heard on the hill My heart is at rest within my breast Everything else is still Then
On the storm torn shoreline A woman is standing The spray strung like jewels in her hair And the sea tore the rocks of that desolate landing As if fate
Sweetheart I'm bidding you fond farewell I will be yours some day My fortune to try And I'm ready to sail away chorus Far away in Australia Soon will
I live on the corner where lovers meet Young cubs linger and shuffle their feet Up here in my window seat Looking down from on high at the world passing
You keep your head down Try to pretend you don?t see me Such wrapped attention You?re giving to that glass of tea Can?t say I blame you It must be hard
