G'day

Fresh cool water brings a rushin' life of all earth's spawn
Cherish it while it's a comin' for in a flash, it's all gone
Treasure friendships, treasure life, and most importantly
Find good company together and do it earnestly

Let your troubles melt away and give tomorrow a solemn g'day

G'Day there Johnny playin' guitar? When there's so much to do?
Rivers dried and crops all died we'll barely make it through

Unless a song can fix my fence to keep the vermin out
Every morning I wake up, they've eaten every sprout

Hang in there Ruth let me get my tools we'll get that fence done right
With a garden green and lush as yours, even I would sneak a bite

Hey there with your 'tar and tools come fix my marriage for me
The money's out the wife she shouts "I'm moving with the kiwis"

There's so much to do today
With no rain we can't delay
Here we planted roots down and here is where we stay
Hell is where the heart is, have yourself a good old g'day

We earned this land from sweat and blood just try and take it from me
Its been ten years since world war one, which ended friends and family

Dear king george (god save him) gave us land for our profession
Earth all dead and hot like hell, we were told to make it heaven

So three cheers for life and health!
And such a worthless commonwealth!
That looks pretty heavy, let me help you! Whaddaya say?
Get your hands away from me!
To each his own, I've got it mate! G'day!

Johnny, dear you know it's hopeless, why do you even try?
Humanity's dried up here with the rain

Oh I don't think that that's true!
This place doesn't deserve you
You know that your dear James would do the same

Me and Jimmy miss him everyday
His father's gone, I'm all alone
How can I raise him on my own?

We're on our own
We're on our own
We're on our

What kinds of winds will push him
Without a father's steady hand?
With so many voices calling him
Will he ever understand that I'm here?

The water is dry the land now barren empty rivers will not fill
Together put your shoulder up and turn the water wheel

So three cheers for this lack of wealth!
Fighting for our homes and health

Planting our roots down and this is where we'll stay
Together put your shoulder up and turn the water wheel
Oh hell is where the heart is
G'day, g'day
G'day, g'day
G'day!



Credits
Writer(s): John Charles Leavitt
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