Carry me back to the bush when I die.
Its there that I always could rest.
Bury me deep in the deserts red earth
On a dry river bank in the west.
Take me back home to the stock camp
Out on the endless red plain
Let my sole know the peace and the quiet
Of my home in the bush once again.
Don’t pray as you lower me under
Just say as few words from a bard
With Banjos sweet words to see me away
The journey won’t then be so hard.
And though I’ll not hear the call
Or feel the wind gust in the trees
My spirit will soar out over the plain
And there I will always will be.
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Moya Sharp
Owner at Outback Family History
My name is Moya Sharp, I live in Kalgoorlie Western Australia and have worked most of my adult life in the history/museum industry. I have been passionate about history for as long as I can remember and in particular the history of my adopted home the Eastern Goldfields of Western Australia. Through my website I am committed to providing as many records and photographs free to any one who is interested in the family and local history of the region.
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This brought instant tears to my eyes. Beautiful.
This reminds me of my dad and all his travels on the wallaby…a true Aussie