And think of little bilbies and gliders and rare wallabies Now's the time to stir again It's time, it's time, it's time, it's time, IT'S TIME Yeah, it's time
head And think of little bilbies and gliders and rare wallabies Now's the time to stir again It's time, it's time, it's time, it's time, IT'S TIME Yeah, it's time
and bone I watch the parade of human folk Strips of rubber, cans of Coke Making dust and blowing smoke Where the awe-inspiring power of time Leave
the rats from eatin' it all away Dingo, Dingo - koori warragul Dingo, Dingo - koori warragul Guard dog of the plains Keepin' the sheep from eatin' it
I've been around the world A couple of times or maybe more I've seen the sights, I've had delights On every foreign shore But when my mates all ask me
through the bush 'Cause that's where I get my music And that's where I live my life You can call me a jolly swagman if you like Call it humpin' my bluey
won't come out Oh pass the hat around between your friends There's no time to contemplate Maybe if we show some love Maybe it's not too late 'Cause
roof Or hang from a big, fig tree If I plant you a special Eucalypt Will you come and live with me Koalas they used to be everywhere What a paradise it
It's a way of life. Some years they make it, some years they don't Sometimes the creek flows, sometimes it won't Sometimes he's mean, he's got a gun
I'm just a river crying out You don't love me anymore You float your boats and bottles And spew out on my shore You don't love me anymore Just a
do with a million When we own paradise Buy us an acre of sand You tell those eager beavers They won't be talkin' to me This paradise is not for sale" He's
been known to pray, but it's worth a try Lord, we're on our knee's. . .it's so damn dry Yes, send down the rain so I can stand in it Send down the rain
It's not a hard place it's a soft and gentle land Gonna lay my bed on the soft and gentle sand Hear old man time whisper in my ear A thousand feet have
ride, show them the brigalow. Like the hair on my face it was all over the place, Eighty odd years ago, (There's a) couple on the side of the road, And one's
really disappearing Just another dying race Hey True Blue Chorus: True Blue Is it me and you Is it Mum and Dad Is it a cockatoo Is it standing by your mate When he's
your head And think of little bilbies and gliders and rare wallabies Now's the time to stir again It's time, it's time, it's time, it's time, IT'S TIME Yeah, it's time
hand in hand I am the bush like Banjo and Henry It's in my blood - gonna make a stand Rip rip woodchip - turn it into paper Throw it in the bin, no