The Australian Outback

The Outback

The ground is so dry it’s hard, and it’s cracked
The rivers don’t run in the outback
There’s no feed for the stock. It’s a farmer’s plight.
The dams have dried up. It’s a heartbreaking sight.

The Willy Willy stretched from the sky to the ground
Where the dust devils whirl around and around
There’s nothing to see, not a blade of grass
And there’s nothing to do, just hope it won’t last

We just pray for rain to soak the ground
And watch the water flowing all around
Then, overnight, the ground turns green
Flowers are blooming where the dust has been

There is life once more with a sigh of relief
We start once again and forget all the grief
The farmer is happy as he round’s up his herd
The sheep need shearing, as they are full of burs

As the water slowly finds its way to the sea,
To think we were worried it’s a cycle, you see
Then the earth dries out once again
The cracks appear, and we pray for rain