Gold in a Vegemite Jar

From the cane fields to the mulga
From the oceans to the bush
I love to travel this vast brown land
We simply call, just OZ

Her high green plains, her turquoise seas
You can easily get lost
Men have died in vain exploring
The Land of the Southern Cross

We drove a clapped out Falcon
To the Station, Yugelbar
We panned for gold in the Clarence
And kept it in a Vegemite Jar

My wheels spin in the red-hot dirt
Dust clouds rise above
Eagles soar in the clear blue sky
What's there not to love

I came from a land of ice and snow
Of sleet and driving rains
But home is now where gums are tall
And the sky meets the sweeping plains

You can live down by the ocean
Catch a ferry to Manly Pier
And if you think that's what this country is
You really have no idea
Head out across the mountains
In a car with a Kangaroo bar
And then you'll know her heart when
You've put gold in a Vegemite Jar

We panned the creeks and the rivers
We travelled oh so far
We toil and sweat, in the blazing sun
To put gold in a Vegemite Jar

After thirty years of travelling
This vast and boundless land
My heart always beats faster
To see those spinifex sands

Scorching days and humid nights
When your shirt sticks to your back
Then you look up at the starlit skies
And you can't believe your luck

We panned the creeks and the rivers
We travelled oh so far
We toil and sweat, in the blazing sun
To put gold in a Vegemite Jar

We panned the creeks and the rivers
We travelled oh so far
We toil and sweat, in the blazing sun
To put gold in a Vegemite Jar