Now that the storm has broken Now as the winds blow cold There's nothing here but trouble and fear To make a man grow old Now as our reasons are fading Now as the walls tumble down With nothing to hide but hunger and pride Won't make a man look round
CHORUS So I'm leaving, yes I'm leaving Of fortunes sweet pleasures to find I'm sailing out to Australia, Australia
Now that our dreams are illusions Now that our future has gone We've nothing more to hold or lay o'er To help a man hold on And now that our hearts lie so heavy Now as our heads hang so low There's nothing here to catch or come clear To help a man say no
CHORUS
They say there's gold and there's silver They say a man can come clean Just stake out some land and just reach out his hand And touch that new world dream They say it's warm and it's pleasing Out in the new South Wales sun So I must go from this cold Highland snow Now that the hard times have come
CHORUSTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.