The Eucalyptan Rustle
The sunset breeze brings in tales
From the far lands out west
The mountains that raise my horizon
And the sea far beyond
From the far lands out west
The mountains that raise my horizon
And the sea far beyond
I sit here listening amidst the leaves
This sweet-pungent carpet, ever growing
As the tales rise in louder fervour
And ebb away after dark
This sweet-pungent carpet, ever growing
As the tales rise in louder fervour
And ebb away after dark
The tales are distant, of the unknown
Not all complete, or rational
Like day-dreams of a distant cousin
And I'm the unsuspecting privy
Not all complete, or rational
Like day-dreams of a distant cousin
And I'm the unsuspecting privy
I listen, for it is better
It reminds me of books
These, the tales of the breeze
Tales, in the eucalyptan rustle
It reminds me of books
These, the tales of the breeze
Tales, in the eucalyptan rustle
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