I rode the boundries of our place, for the very last time I was leaving for Sydney on the mail train, I'd made up my mind. Dad died in June I'd never seen my mother so frail, Three months later we had to put, The family farm up for sale.
There was a five gallon mail box on a post by the road, Where I turn up the valley, and wind my way home. I could see mum and dad arm in arm, In my memories of the Family Farm.
No horses, no valleys, no crossings, no Hinterland streams Just a heart full of song, a guitar, And a swag full of dreams. In my dark little room i'd scratch out my letters to mum, And apart of me drifted back north, with every single one.
There was a five gallon mail box on a post by the road, Where I turn up the valley, and wind my way home. I could see mum and dad arm in arm, In my memories of the Family Farm.
We laid mum to rest next to dad, the year the farm was sold. months turned to years as i followed the call of the road I was just passing through as i saw, that real estate sign That very day i put my name on what had always been mine.
There was a five gallon mail box on a post by the road, Where I turn up the valley, and wind my way home. I could see mum and dad arm in arm, In my memories of the Family Farm. I could see mum and dad arm in arm, In my memories of the Family Farm.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
