Hobart Town, winter time grey buildings look like icebergs by the ocean Summer time a cool south wind, keeps a mind from melting Ships roll in through the entrance of the river, Back in 1830 with a convict cargo to deliver
Fingerprints are in the sandstone, from a prisoner that remains unknown Gypsies come from miles around, to sell sell their art to the town On a Saturday, public forum marketplace Everyone can have their say, all the people have their say
Salamanca in Hobart Town, bohemians and the gypsies are dancing Hackysack and a joint's goin around Social conscience, hear all the people sing Oh - power to our people they sing Oh - fight the good fight while you can
All the left wing, dreadlocks on the lawn but they don't sing They're too serious, too many issues to be discussed I hear you say, everything's gunna be OK, to fight the good fight And talk the talk into the nightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
