Campfire On The Road - Michael Martin Murphey

Camping under the leopardwood

As the sun goes down and the fire’s good

And I’ve managed to find myself some briggle

And it wouldn’t be the same i know

Contemplating the fire glow

Without my darling out here on the road

Now it’s a very special thing

To hear the little cricket sing

There’s no need to say another word

Just watch the campfire steal the show

Let the inner feelings flow

Release the tension out here on the road

We must never let them take this life away

Old stock routes belong to one and all

Drovers, dreamers all agree

Poets have origin heres have a right to light a campfire on the road

Some people like a riverbed

With river guns high overhead

Unroll the swag on a driving riverside

But me i search for different sites

Not afraid of mid men lights

I welcome spirits out here on the road

And i welcome any sites i see

And it’s been so good to me

That leads me to the souls of any man

And i can tell you there are days

I see the Earth in different ways

It keeps me searching out here on the road

We must never let them take this life away

Old stock routes belong to one and all

Drovers, dreamers all agree

Poets have origin heres have a right to light a campfire on the road

We must never let them take this life away

Old stock routes belong to one and all

Drovers, dreamers all agree

Poets have origin heres have a right to light a campfire on the road

Camping under the leopardwood

As the sun goes down and the fire’s good

And i’ve managed to find myself some briggle

And it wouldn’t be the same i know

Contemplating the fire glow

Without my darling out here on the road

We must never let them take this life away

Old stock routes belong to one and all

Drovers, dreamers all agree

Poets have origin heres have a right to light a campfire on the road

We have a right to light a campfire on the road