Still Life in Mobile Homes

Sometimes the comfort of a room

Sometimes I'm quite alone

I pack to leave a foreign town

It seems I'll never know

But I'll rent new accomodation

We'll make plans from mobile homes

The slow boat's moving with the tide

Drifting far from shore

It's the nature of this country life

I've never known before

Still we'll make plans for buildings and houses

From mobile homes

Plant life

My life

Still life in mobile homes

The sound of wildlife fills the air

So warm and dry

The bushland burns in this southern heat

Like an open fire

Still we'll make plans for buildings and houses

From mobile homes

In mobile homes

Plant life

My life

Still life in mobile homes

A voice screams from heaven

As we start to sail

It's the going of the fatherland I used to know so well

Still I'll find new accomodation

We'll make plans from mobile homes

Plant life

My life

Still life in mobile homes