| Last night I dreamed of my old mate, the dream was earthly real
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| The scene was set in a musterer’s camp somewhere near Camooweal
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| He rode a horse of silver grey with stockwhip quickly coiled
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| «G'day old mate,» he said to me, «I see the billy’s boiled.»
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| Oh I’ve rode tonight from far away, it’s great to see you mate
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| I saw your fire through the Milky Way when I came through the golden gate
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| The boss up there is a decent bloke, he treats us all real fine
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| At the biggest stock camp of them all and the sun has a special shine
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| No droughts prevail, no dust storms blow, the grass is green and high
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| And saddened hearts are never known or a sight brings a tear to your eye
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| Up there a man don’t prove his worth, his fortunes or his lot
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| He takes us all on equal terms and a man is not forgot
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| He wore the same lopsided smile and the ol' black hat was there
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| Slanted sidewards on a crown of thick black curly hair
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| He gazed about at the sleeping men and the camp gear on the ground
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| And joined in with an old bush song, as the night watch rode around
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| We drifted back through childhood days and shared each other’s grief
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| Realized so quickly now how life can be so brief
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| When we are born, we start to die, it’s He who calls the tune
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| And when He called you home ol' mate, He called you much too soon
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| Oh the dream I had of you ol' mate forever will remain
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| To me you are my earthly loss, for Him you’re heaven’s gain
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| As I stand beside your earthen mound, no words can quite express
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| Just how I feel, but mem’ries mate, to me are heaven blessed
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| So long mate, 'til we meet again, rest in perfect peace
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| You’re mem’ries locked inside my heart, my thoughts will never cease
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| I know you cannot answer mate, but to me it always seems
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| We can live a part of life again, even though it’s in our dreams |