Sing to me like Sutherland used to sing
Hum it if you must
I was in the cradle of your strength
Now know I have become strong
Wipe the blood from my knee
Change the sheet, then I’m dry
Bless my fears with your faith
Smile when trouble sets about
Go with Pauline to get eggs
Lift the kids in the back
The bug does the job
We’re all happy, It’s all good.
Love the nature of the camp
And the gather of the throng
And the smell of the bush
And the freedom from the house
Hate the pack and the push
That it takes to get there
Love the sea and the salt
Now the ulcer is bare.
Whittle slow
At the foreshore
Have your peace on the sand
Treasure little Edward's handle
On the back door at Shoreham
Smell the lawn when it’s mown at Illoura
Charlotte is sweeping the dirt
It’s the day of my Holy Communion
My socks are high, white and clean.
The roses are yellow
Grace wears desert boots
Joseph is gone
I am alive and well.
Bless the flagon when it’s full
Honour the juice from the roast
Are the plates hot ?
Jem? Are you ready dear ?
Let’s hear Placid Amour
Kiss my father and be right
Kiss me and be loved
Kiss life and be full
I kiss you.
I kiss you in me.
God Bless You, although you need no blessing.
There’s a Lake in South Australia……………….. small hand movements to the tempo……
