MY MALLEE HOME - COUNTRY

“My Mallee Home”

Out where the horizon stretches thin and wide,

Red earth rolling like an endless tide,

Saltbush glistens in the evening glow,

That’s where my wandering heart always goes.

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Oh my Mallee home, out where the red dust flies,

Under endless blue and burning skies,

Through the droughts and rain, I’ll never roam alone,

As I travel the roads of my Mallee home.

Old tin roof sings when the north wind sighs,

Parrots wheel in pale blue skies,

Paddocks go forever where the cattle roam,

Dusty tracks lead me back to my mallee home.

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Oh my Mallee home, out where the red dust flies,

Under endless blue and burning skies,

Through the droughts and rain, I’ll never roam alone,

As I travel the roads of my Mallee home.

Summer heat is a shimmering haze,

Long dry months and burning days,

But when the storm clouds begin to fill the skies,

You can smell the rain before it cools your eyes.

Chorus

Oh my Mallee home, out where the red dust flies,

Under endless blue and burning skies,

Through the droughts and rain, I’ll never roam alone,

As I travel the roads of my Mallee home.

Crickets hum as the daylight fades,

Stars appear through the darken shades,

Campfire crackle, stories are told,

In the Mallee night, the fire holds back the cold.

Chorus

Oh my Mallee home, out where the red dust flies,

Under endless blue and burning skies,

Through the droughts and rain, I’ll never roam alone,

As I travel the roads of my Mallee home.

Drought may come and rivers run dry,

Its normal, we don’t ask why,

Roots run deep in stubborn ground,

That kind of strength is where I’m found.

Chorus

Oh my Mallee home, out where the red dust flies,

Under endless blue and burning skies,

Through the droughts and rain, I’ll never roam alone,

As I travel the roads of my Mallee home.

So I’ll roam these plains till my days are done,

Under that fierce and faithful sun,

No matter where in this world I roam,

My heart stays true to my Mallee home.

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Oh my Mallee home, out where the red dust flies,

Under endless blue and burning skies,

Through the droughts and rain, I’ll never roam alone,

As I travel the roads of my Mallee home.