Lyrics Campfire On The Road - John Williamson

Campfire On The Road

Camping under the leopard wood
As the sun goes down and the fire is good
Cause I’ve managed to find myself some brigalow
And it wouldn’t be the same I know
Contemplating the fire glow
Without my darlin' out here on the road
Now it’s a very special thing
To hear the little crickets sing
And there’s no need to say another word
Just watch the campfire steal the show
And let the inner feelings flow
Release the tension out here on the road
We must never let 'em take this life away
Old stock routes belong to one and all
Drovers, dreamers all agree, poets, Aborigines
We have a right to light a campfire on the road
Some people like a river bed
With river gums high overhead
Unroll the swag on a drift of river sand
But me I search for different sites
I’m not afraid of Min Min lights
And I welcome spirits out here on the road
And I welcome many signs I see
In a land that’s been so good to me
That lead me to the soul of inner man
And I can tell you there are days
I see the earth in different ways
That keep me searching out here on the road