John Williamson Woman On The Land
Shes my mother, she's my aunty, she is many that I've
known
The backbone of the bush, where country kids have grown
She's raised and she's nurtured those children of her
own
While her man does his battles on the land
And he comes in from the shearing, still aching in the
back
The kids are finally tucked away, her days are never
slack
But she makes it look so easy, as she cooks him up a
storm
That unselfish, unsung hero of the land.
She's keeping books, she's nursing, raising money for
the town,
She's the last one standing, when all is falling down,
Ferocious as a tiger to defend her little clan,
My hero the woman on the land.
So I propose a toast, to the mothers that we know
Proud to be the better half, who really run the show
And if you shed a tear boys, I will understand
To our hero the woman on the land
[Instrumental]
And he comes in from the harvest, a dissapointing yield
He's tired and he's dusty, twelve hours in the field
And although her day's been difficult, she greets him
with a smile
That unselfish, unsung hero of the land.
So I propose a toast, to the mothers that we know
Proud to be the better half, who really run the show
And if you shed a tear boys, I will understand
To our hero the woman on the land
To our hero, the woman on the land.
