Sailing To Australia - Dougie MacLean

Now that the storm has broken

Now that the winds blow cold

There’s nothing here but trouble and fear

To make a man grow old

Now as our reasons are fading

Now as the walls tumble down

With nothing to hide but hunger and pride

Won’t make a man look round

So I’m leaving, yes, I’m leaving

Of fortune’s sweet pleasures to find

I’m sailing out to Australia

Now that our dreams are illusions

Now that our future has gone

We’ve nothing more to hold or lay over

To help a man hold on

Now as our hearts lie so heavy

Now as our heads hang so low

There’s nothing here to catch or come clear

To help a man say no

So I’m leaving, yes, I’m leaving

Of fortune’s sweet pleasures to find

I’m sailing out to Australia

They say there’s gold and there’s silver

They say a man can come clean

Just stake out some land and just reach out his hand

And touch that new world dream

They say it’s warm and it’s pleasing

Out in the New South Wales sun

And so I must go from this cold highland snow

Now that the hard times have come

So I’m leaving, yes, I’m leaving

Of fortune’s sweet pleasures to find

I’m sailing out to Australia