I sing about the things I see around me The beauty of Australia that surrounds me I sing you songs about this sunburnt land Specially for the ones who understand I sing about the people that I know And a song about the places where I go When I sing about the beauty that astounds me Oh I'm just singing 'bout the things I see around me.
I sing about a ringer they call Trumby How a man from Snowy River wheeled the brumby I sing of towns a thousand miles from here And the poor old pub that ran right out of beer. I sing about the folk who battle drought, In that hard dry country further out; When I sing about their courage that astounds me Oh I'm just singing 'bout the things I see around me.
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I sing about the old retired drover
And the transport men whose trucking days are over. I sing about folk of the golden mile And the people who are living anthill style Oh, I sing about the hardships and the strife The battling men must suffer in this life. When I tell you all the stories that astound you, I'm just singing 'bout the things I see around me.
I sing about the things I see around me The beauty of Australia that surrounds me I sing you songs about this sunburnt land. Specially for the ones who understand. I sing about the people that I know, And a song about the places where i go, When I sing about the beauty that astounds me, Oh I'm just singing 'bout the things I see around me.