| Way out in heartbreak corner in Australia’s far outback
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| The desert broods its secrets along the Birdsville track
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| A family came and perished oh what a tragic end
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| That fierce relentless desert has claimed so many men
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| I’ve learned how thirst can craze the mind in cruel heat outback
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| And I grieve for that poor family along the Birdsville track
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| The great white ball of fire rode o’er the cloudless dome
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| And scorched all living creatures upon the sand and stone
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| Way out in heartbreak corner they went and ne’er came back
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| And another story’s buried there along the Birdsville track
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| Then twilight fell with calmness as silent as a tomb
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| And phantom streams reflected the rising of the moon
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| The days and nights that followed brought panic and despair
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| And blinding sandstorms raged as though to drown a mother’s prayer
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| Then demons of the desert came to claim their tortured minds
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| And searching bushmen came too late and read the tragic signs
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| And now beside a coolabah where desert grasses wave
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| The brumby stallion leads his mob to skirt the new made graves
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| Way out in heartbreak corner they went and ne’er came back
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| May twilight bring them peace at night along the Birdsville track
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| The dingoes howl so dismally the lonely curlews cry
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| As though in deepest mourning for those poor souls who died
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| Way out in heartbreak corner in Australia’s far outback
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| The desert broods its secrets along the Birdsville track
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| Oh the desert broods its secrets along the Birdsville track. |