Come Back To Me, Country - John Williamson

Come back to me, country, come back to my eye

I miss your blue valleys

I miss your long roads and your red ochre heart

Come back to me, country

I’ll take in your rivers, the birds, and the fish

The amazing marsupials I wish

We could sit around the campfire as a family again

Be a part of the bush

Come back to me, country, come back to my eye

The waratahs in season and the wattles in July

The smell of the and the eucalyptus here

The laughing kookaburras and everywhere

What I’m trying to say, I want back my wings

To fly over the borders like an eagle

From the tropical north to the Nullarbor Plain

I won’t take for granted our freedom again

Come back to me, country, come back to my eye

The waratahs in season and the wattles in July

The smell of the and the eucalyptus here

The laughing kookaburras and everywhere

Come back to me, country, come back to my eye

I miss your blue valleys and your big open sky

I miss your long roads and your red ochre heart

Come back to me, country, been too long apart

Come back to me, country, been too long apart

I won’t take for granted our freedom again