He didn't said her name, He descibed her with a tear, In 1952 he left that girl And made his way down here. And the ocean raged around him, Cleansed his soul and sharpened his aim. He was coming down to Queensland To cut the Sugarcane.
Birning field Bow my head and bend my back And I will kneel. I'll give the agenls thanks For bringing me back And guiding my hand in this land, The Land of the Second Chance.
In '53 he bought a car With the prceeds of the season. He travelled three States, Coast and bush wandering without a reason. He was driving away her memory, Driving himself insane. Then he drove back up to Queensland To cut the Sugarcane.
Birning field Bow my head and bend my back And I will kneel. I'll give the agenls thanks For bringing me back And guiding my hand in this land, The Land of the Second Chance.
Troppo is not tropical it's Italian For crazy in the heat. He got arranged to a Spanish girl But she didn't like his canecutter's teeth. That season he tripled his workload To prove he was worthy of her hand. When he got back up to Rockhampton, She'd taken off with a handsome man.
Five or six years on a gambler's drunk, He woke up in Sydney one morning. A thousand miles south of his last night out, So he took it as the angels warning. That car got him a job Fitting aluminium window frames Floating above the big city, Far away from the Sugarcane.
Birning field Bow my head and bend my back And I will kneel. I'll give the agenls thanks For bringing me back And guiding my hand in this land, The Land of the Second Chance.
Forty-five years of married life, Children and children's children. He can still point to where he fitted the glass And smiles when you recognise his buildings. Most of his mates have seen the pearly gates But there's a few that have survived. They sit here and drink espresso Like it's Florence - "Firenze, prima della guerra" (Florence, before the war).
Back in 1935 On a front table at Bill and Tony's He told me his story on Stanley Street. A little hard to understand That day Mario got brand new teeth. Fifty-three years he's been here And he says he's never looked back. A fortunate find for a lucky guy The Land of the Second Chance.
Birning field Bow my head and bend my back And I will kneel. I'll give the agenls thanks For bringing me back And guiding my hand in this land, The Land of the Second Chance. The Land of the Second Chance. The Land of the Second Chance.