Slim Dusty On The Night Train
Have you seen the bush by moonlight, from the train, go
running by?
Here a patch of glassy water; there a glimpse of mystic
sky?
Have you heard the still voice calling, yet so warm,
and yet so cold:
"I'm the Mother-Bush that bore you! Come to me when you
are old"?
Did you see the bush below you, sweeping darkly to the
Range,
All unchanged and all unchanging, yet so very old and
strange!
Did you hear the bush a-calling, when your heart was
young and bold:
"I'm the Mother-bush that nursed you; Come to me when
you are old?"
[Instrumental]
Through the long and thunderous cutting, and the night
train should be still,
Did you hear the grey bush calling from the pine-ridge
overhead:
"You have seen the seas and cities, all seems done and
all seems told,
I'm the Mother-Bush that loves you, come to me now you
are old?"
Have you seen the bush by moonlight, from the train, go
running by?
Here a patch of glassy water; there a glimpse of mystic
sky?
Have you heard the still voice calling, yet so warm,
and yet so cold:
"I'm the Mother-Bush that bore you! Come to me now you
are old"?
"I'm the Mother-Bush that loves you! Come to me now you
are old"?
