WIND IN THE TUSSOCK
(Phil Garland)

Chorus:
There's snow on the hills and frost in the gullies
Where winters are keen and the air tastes like wine
My heart feels the pull of the wind in the tussock
Calling me back to the mountains again

The scent of the speargrass is drawing my heart in
As I long again for the High Country air
The wind in the tussock is calling me homewards
To the valleys and ridges that I love so dear

There's a fragrance in the tussock fire as it's burning
Wisps of smoke curling up to the sky
The dew in the dawning of a clear spring morning
As the sun warms the tops all white skiffed with snow

There's pleasure in working the snow crested mountains
In boiling a billy and watching stars fall
To be lost in a world remote from the city
With the mist far below like a great rolling sea

When the old man nor-wester blows hot down the valley
Reminds me of a girl that I knew long ago
Her hair was as fair as the snowgrass in summer
Breaking my heart when she drifted away

There are dreams in the twilight of long autumn evenings
When the embers of memory still flicker and fade
The tussock reflecting the deep golden sunset
Gently caressed by the evening breeze

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--Stewie.