Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Laughter in the Hills, artist - Slim Dusty. Album song Songs of Australia, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 31.12.1991
Record label: EMI Recorded Music Australia
Song language: English
Laughter in the Hills |
From out across the great divide, a story reached my ears |
About a jackass and a boy; |
I’d like you all to hear. |
At daylight in the mornin', his little heart it thrills |
To the echoes in the valley, from the laughter in the hills. |
Perched up in a tall gumtree, by the homestead so I hear |
A happy kookaburra, laughs away his fear |
He wakes the little feller, who jus' tumbles out of bed |
As he got dressed he said aloud, «My friend must be fed.» |
He found some bits and pieces, which he placed upon some bark |
And soon the jackass he came down as happy as a lark |
And as the sun peeped o’er the hill, he jumped around so grand, |
And then he ate a piece of meat out of the younger’s hand |
Well when that lad went back inside, his father said, «Young man, |
You’ll have to get rid of that bird as quickly as you can, |
For lately I’ve been worried, and I miss my morning rest |
I think that bird of yours, young man, is nothing but a pest.» |
Next morning see his father up beneath that old gumtree, |
With red meat full of strychnine, «I'll get that bird», thought he, |
Then went into the house, he chanced to look around |
And saw that jackass swoop upon a black snake on the ground |
He dived down and grabbed that snake, as quick as any cat, |
He bumped and bashed and banged him and shook him like a rat |
They tossled there upon the ground and then he flew up high |
And soon that reptile met his death, from somewhere in the sky. |
The father scratched his greying head and felt a little ashamed |
If my son had been poisoned, I’d be the one to blame. |
So he told his wife and little son, of all that he did see |
And now trhat jackass is just one of a happy family. |
From out across the great divide, a story rings so true |
About a jackass and a boy, I think, of something new |
At daylight in the mornin', his little herart it thrills |
To the echoes in the valley, from the laughter in the hills. |