Lyrics:
nights Sharing the sky In our minds Pink eucalypt night We’re standing outside All night I feel so strange when I’m with you Like someone new And now it’s
a chance And Albert Namatjra cried, as we all cry The native born So bow your head old Eucalypt and Wattle Tree Australia's bush losing its identity
I grew tall in this lucky land And I thank God for that, but there's needles in the sand Ozone in the eucalypt and on the Steppes tonight There's
there'll still be gang-gangs in the eucalypts I'll still have been in love
The Dryandra Eucalypt Woodland In WA is a good land For fast and furry, stripy numbats Who fear the fox and are cautious of cats And have nowhere
and white, ascending as they sing Then at once the silence fell, there was no sacred host Just eucalypt and barbed wire tangled on a fence post It's Christmas
fuzzy 10 to 20 risk in the Suby whip Same colour as blue mist off the eucalypts Koots snipped with hash bits, what I fill those roots with Smoking plant
food to everyone I said green, La-la-la-la-la-la lovely green Green is the color of grassy fields Wattles and eucalypt trees Palms and pines,
Plucking networked flowers From a fibre optic chain I blush at the eroticism Of the eucalypt scent in rain Lucked out on the mountainside But
rumblings of wasps and worms and fruit and humans. Don't say you've never been changed, even a little, down in the woods, smelling the soft eucalypt oils
Smoke moves across the river and through the trees c taste of fire and eucalypts on the summer breeze cnd I hear the children singing as the day
timber Let it grow tall straight and true In this world we need tall tall timber Tall timber like me and you The redgum and the kauri The eucalypt
Eucalypts after rain Remind me who I'm again On petrichor nights, my memories alight We're more than we ever could explain Tidal questions at my feet Home is
down the heat would hold the eucalypt for long into the night my dad and I walked barefoot as it was getting dark and we'd sing back together with
paying dues off 'em on borrowed time And cue my flows monsoon shit You pals dog food, barking up the wrong eucalypt' Six-shooters, grip mics We see red
can't dig a hole Or live in a roof Or hang from a big, fig tree If I plant you a special Eucalypt Will you come and live with me Koalas they used
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