Kurrajong Tree

I'm named after my grandmother

I'm blessed with music and her with poetry

And she told me this story

And with my music

I'd like to sing you, her sweet memory

Old Kurrajong tree

You look lonely to me

Do you miss the old days,

Of the horses and drays?

Or the fields full of hay,

And the children at play?

Do you miss the good times,

Of the men and the mines?

And the house with the light

And the violins at night

Oh tell me old tree,

What else can it be?

Do you miss what we had,

Is that why you're sad?

Tell me old tree

What else can it be?

Old Kurrajong tree

You look lonely to me

Do you miss the old days,

Of the horses and drays?

There is no time for dismay

Look up at today

For although we're apart

You still live in our hearts

And the house with the light

And the violins at night

Oh tell me old tree,

What else can it be?

Do you miss what we had,

Is that why you're sad?

Tell me old tree

What else can it be?

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I'm named after my grandmother