if you are ever in the top end of Western Australia, take a drive along the Gibb River Road
, through the Kimberleys..
. you will see a sunset at Winjana gorge. I went with a friend a few years ago. we drove in a jeep at the end of the day. parked and walked through a huge crevice in the gorge, to the oasis inside the Gorge
we came in along the white sands, where dozens of johnson's river crocodiles were sunning themselves in the river. The light was pink and orange from the setting sun, the place was haunting beautiful.

we drove back through the red desert, and as the jeep bumped along, here came another song... (Sung to the tune of the Little Pot Stove, written by the Australian whaler, Harry Robertson)


In the blinding summer sun
On the red and dusty road
Where the heat burns through the summer sky
And great rocky gorges rise

Where the brolgas dance at sunset
And the parrots swoop so free
And that old Brahmin bull
Is a lookin' now at me

On the red and dusty road
As we roam along the way
Sweeping skies reach out their endless blue
To that orange sunset haze

Purple clouds and blushing sky
And a sudden flash of rain
Wind is rushing through my hair
And the lightning bolts again

And we wander down Windjana
Cliffs of red and marble pink
All the trees so white and slender
Dripping leaves of vivid green

On the red and dusty road
As we roam along the way
Sweeping skies reach out their endless blue
To that orange sunset haze

Giant cliffs of ochre rock
Round the winding waterways
And that flat horizon stretching
Through the shimmering orange blaze

And that silver river shining
Through the sands of lightest white
And beneath those massive boulders
Lie the Johnson's crocodiles..
On the red and dusty road
As we roam along the way
Sweeping skies reach out their endless blue
To that orange sunset haze

And the gang gangs black and soaring
Cross the grey green grassy plain
And those ancient hearty boabs
Reach their fingers to the sun

And it's homeward bound and it's over
And we'll leave that water hole
And I always will remember
Those Johnson's crocodiles..

On the red and dusty road
As we roam along the way
Sweeping skies reach out their endless blue
To that orange sunset haze

On the red and dusty road
As we roam along the way
Sweeping skies reach out their endless blue
To that orange sunset haze..