Those wild mountains

Lifting My pen from slumber As those wild mountains Are calling Rolling misty veils My heart dwells Somewhere within Above the falls Or below The dripping leaves of gum Calm be the wildlife As they seldom See a foot fall Those green fields yonder I may wish To one day wonder But Those misty mountains They’ll call me back In all there colours an seasons The wind pushed Leaning shed Rusted out rovers Oh To be a drover of old Spend a life Among the misty mountains I would take the dry Take shelter in shade To beat the heat And swim the wet When the cold wind blows My heart It does lay Somewhere within The misty mountains Are calling