| When I was just a young man
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| I remember being told
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| By a weather beaten bushman
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| Grizzled grey & old
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| He was sitting on a bar stool
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| On a sale day in the town
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| Oh it’s time to get the rum out
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| When the Currawongs come down
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| When the Currawongs come down from the mountains
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| To the warmer valley country down below
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| When the Currawongs come down from the timber
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| It’s a sign of rough weather, rain or snow
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| Now through out the passing years
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| To often I have heard
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| Plain & simple Currawong
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| Refered to as great birds
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| Well I have studied nature closely
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| & one thing I have found
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| It’s time to don your oilskins
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| When the Currawongs come down
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| I know many indications
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| Learn’t from bushman I have met
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| Indications of the weather
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| Dry or cold or wet
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| Sometimes they are right you know
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| & sometimes wrong I’ve found
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| But there’s no two ways about it
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| When the Currawongs come down
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| When the Currawongs come down from the mountains
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| To the warmer valley country down below
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| When the Currawongs come down from the timber
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| It’s a sign of rough weather, rain or snow
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| Now I live here in the Snowy’s
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| With their howling winter winds
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| Were as soon as summers over
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| The winter time begins
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| & the artists love the beauty
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| Of frost upon the ground
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| Then it’s time for winter fires
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| When the Currawongs come down
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| When the Currawongs come down from the mountains
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| To the warmer valley country down below
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| When the Currawongs come down from the timber
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| It’s a sign of rough weather, rain or snow |