| There’s a far off distant valley where the Nulla moon shines bright
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| I can see it all so clearly for in dreams I’m there tonight
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| I go wanderin' through my memories and my restless heart beats time
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| To dwell a while and sadly smile for these old bush mates of mine
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| I recall the summer evenin’s away out on the farm
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| And the dances that we went to in a neighbours old slab barn
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| I can see the sawdust risin' as we pranced around the room
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| The old violin and accordion pumpin' out an old bush tune
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| How’s that
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| Happy days with schoolboy cobbers there was Shorty Ron and Jim
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| We’d swim beneath the willows chasin' turtles down the stream
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| Oh the bushland was just a playground beneath the friendly sky
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| My thoughts still go to the land I know where the big blue mountains rise
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| Saddlin' up for the springtime muster down at the old stock yards
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| When the brandin' fires were smokin' and the day was long and hard
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| I can still hear the old man swearin' get a move on you blokes don’t crawl
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| The sun is high and the dust clouds fly as we grab a steer and call
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| I’m so sad for dear old homeward oh I’ve been away so long
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| I hope the folks are listenin' and I hope they hear this song
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| For I’ll soon be back out yonder and you can bet your boots I’ll shine
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| And sing at night by the lantern light with those old bush mates of mine |