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Australian Scenery

Written by: Andrew Barton Paterson | Biography
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 The Mountains 
A land of sombre, silent hills, where mountain cattle go 
By twisted tracks, on sidelings deep, where giant gum trees grow 
And the wind replies, in the river oaks, to the song of the stream below. 
A land where the hills keep watch and ward, silent and wide awake 
As those who sit by a dead campfire, and wait for the dawn to break, 
Or those who watched by the Holy Cross for the dead Redeemer's sake. 

A land where silence lies so deep that sound itself is dead 
And a gaunt grey bird, like a homeless soul, drifts, noiseless, overhead 
And the world's great story is left untold, and the message is left unsaid. 


The Plains 
A land as far as the eye can see, where the waving grasses grow 
Or the plains are blackened and burnt and bare, where the false mirages go 
Like shifting symbols of hope deferred -- land where you never know. 
Land of plenty or land of want, where the grey Companions dance, 
Feast or famine, or hope or fear, and in all things land of chance, 
Where Nature pampers or Nature slays, in her ruthless, red, romance. 

And we catch a sound of a fairy's song, as the wind goes whipping by, 
Or a scent like incense drifts along from the herbage ripe and dry 
-- Or the dust storms dance on their ballroom floor, where the bones of the cattle lie.



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