Homework October Tobooburra
Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2023 10:43 am
Tibooburra Corner Country
Bob Pacey (c)
In the rugged outback country out in far western New South Wales,
there’s a place a man can always feel secure.
Where old fashioned values are embraced and a sense of mateship still prevails.
Where all the men are brave and women strong and sure..
You can let your kids roam freely round the country, ‘cross the land
and still you know they will always be safe and well.
They still value family living and good people lend a hand
They’ve still got the time to chat , a yarn to tell.
Way out in the corner country by a bright fire of gidgee coal
Where the air tastes fresh and clean as it could be.
Campfire smoke scented by gum leaves drifts on the water hole.
It’s a tonic to an old ringer like me.
You can see the country changing as you travel ‘cross the land.
An ancient Dreamtime place of weathered rocks and sand and shale.
Forty thousand square kilometres of outback desert country grand
where screeching cockatoos and desert pea prevail.
I’ve travelled far and wide, seen the country at it’s best.
Watched the flooding rivers sweeping across the plains.
I've seen it too in droughts grip when your resolve it will test;
a vast inland desert waits for life giving rains.
You can keep you city suburbs and the bustle of the trains
the frantic crowds who push and shove to make their way.
I love the corner country with it’s wide open rolling plains.
Here in Tibooburra is the one place I’ll always long to stay.
Bob Pacey ( C )
Bob Pacey (c)
In the rugged outback country out in far western New South Wales,
there’s a place a man can always feel secure.
Where old fashioned values are embraced and a sense of mateship still prevails.
Where all the men are brave and women strong and sure..
You can let your kids roam freely round the country, ‘cross the land
and still you know they will always be safe and well.
They still value family living and good people lend a hand
They’ve still got the time to chat , a yarn to tell.
Way out in the corner country by a bright fire of gidgee coal
Where the air tastes fresh and clean as it could be.
Campfire smoke scented by gum leaves drifts on the water hole.
It’s a tonic to an old ringer like me.
You can see the country changing as you travel ‘cross the land.
An ancient Dreamtime place of weathered rocks and sand and shale.
Forty thousand square kilometres of outback desert country grand
where screeching cockatoos and desert pea prevail.
I’ve travelled far and wide, seen the country at it’s best.
Watched the flooding rivers sweeping across the plains.
I've seen it too in droughts grip when your resolve it will test;
a vast inland desert waits for life giving rains.
You can keep you city suburbs and the bustle of the trains
the frantic crowds who push and shove to make their way.
I love the corner country with it’s wide open rolling plains.
Here in Tibooburra is the one place I’ll always long to stay.
Bob Pacey ( C )