Eric Bogle - The Heart Of The Land (Small Miracles, 1997) | Текст песни

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• The Heart Of The Land (Small Miracles, 1997)

Well, the long day has ended with toil and its sweat
On the veranda we sit and we watch the sun set
Best time of the day for my man and me
With me drinkin' cold beer and him drinkin' tea

We talk of the day and the work that's been done
And of tomorrow, the toil still to come
We'll be up and workin' before the sunrise.
Here on the farm you don't work nine to five.

CHORUS He's the heart of the land, this tired dusty man,
Though he'd laugh if you said so, claim to be nothin' grand,
Just a battler survivin' as best as he can,
This land's in his heart and he's the heart of this land.

And we've seen some hard times that we got by somehow
And we've been through too much to give it up now
Though he's not one for wearin' his heart on his sleeve
My man would rather die than pack up and leave

CHORUS

For this is his country by blood and by birth
To him there's no finer place on this earth
So many more sunsets from the veranda we'll see
With me drinkin' cold beer and him drinkin' tea

CHORUS, then repeat last line.

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