Australia's Beckoning Call
Can you hear the distant echo of the
hauntingdidgeridoo,
as it pulses through the airwaves? Yes, my friend it’s calling you.
To this land beneath the Southern Cross, it welcomes one and all,
and its drone spells out a message. Can you hear its beckoning call?
So come share our hospitality and shake an Aussie hand.
Mate, enjoy a trip down under … share the culture of our land.
It abounds with nat’ral beauty from its coasts to Uluru
and you’ll share our nation’s freedom just like we have learnt to do.
You’re invited friends to join us on a wond’rous holiday,
where the sun, our surf and golden sands are yours in which to play.
We’ve the Opera House and Harbour Bridge, The Reef and Kakadu
and experience the magic of a Darwin sunset too.
Can you hear the distant echo of the
hauntingdidgeridoo,
as it pulses through the airwaves? Yes, my friend it’s calling you.
To this land beneath the Southern Cross, it welcomes one and all,
and its drone spells out a message. Can you hear its beckoning call?
Come and cuddle a Koala, feed our unique kangaroo,
see our Emu and our wombat and our talking cockatoo.
Boil a billy, bake a damper, share a campfire’s flick’ring light,
in our vast Australian outback on a glorious star filled night.
See the paintings and the craftwork of the aborigine
and experience the stories of their dreamtime history.
More than anything you do here or wherever you may roam
we’d just like to say you’re welcome and please make yourself at home.
Can you hear the distant echo of the haunting
didgeridoo,
as it pulses through the airwaves? Yes, my friend it’s calling you.
To this land we call Australia, it welcomes one and all,
and its drone spells out a message. Can you hear its beckoning call?
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