Fields of Green Colin Buchanan

Let it be our little secret, my love This pledge that no witness shall see This promise of love that will live though we part Declared in these fields of green Let only these clouds cast their shadows

Harvest Colin Buchanan

The crops have just started to turn golden brown, Patches of green on retreat The last of the spring rains have swollen the grain Harvest will soon be here Ron took delivery of his header last

Progress Colin Buchanan

I’ve seen the struggle of the daring ones Seen the work wrought with calloused hands Seen a world that clung so desperately In days that now have passed I’ve seen the rusting iron once so proud

Paradise Colin Buchanan

It was a long drive over 200 k's of dirt We watched the country change from slopes to plains Stands of yellowbox Turned to Mallee green and grey And her beauty kept unfolding that day Chorus She

Thinking of You Colin Buchanan

The rain drifted onto the range from the west The town took a shower that settled the dust And the last of the sun was just breaking through ... When I started thinking of you ... 2.

Edge of the Kimberley Colin Buchanan

Take the Sunset strip out of Timber Creek Past the boab tree and the rusty peak A couple of hours and you're going to be On the edge of the Kimberley Took a tinny on the Ord to Ivanhoe Barramundi

Out West of the Mighty Darling Colin Buchanan

Out west of the mighty Darling Where the big bomboras blow And turn daylight to the black of night In half an hour or so And you race for the nearest shelter From dust like rusty snow Out west of

The Heroes of the Flames Colin Buchanan

The bush was like a tinder-box From a summer free of rain The unrelenting westerlies Quickly fanned the flames And with every passing hour The flames were burning higher Thousands faced destruction

Sons of the Country Colin Buchanan

He drives a red and yellow taxi down George Street He knows this city like it was his own But he talks about a life beyond the ranges And he dreams about the big sky of home Chorus...

The Measure of a Man Colin Buchanan

The autumn sun Warmed the sand Of the river running dry And around the gums Dads and mums Lay with dogs Under open skies And let the days slip by ...

Kurrajong Colin Buchanan

In his annexe made of besser bricks and corrugated iron I can hear the roar of footy on a Saturday afternoon Kurrajong’s got his slippers on and he sips a mug of coffee And he’s glad to share the

By the Barwon Colin Buchanan

It was a week of weather over 40 The dogs were panting in the peppercorn shade The heat was roasting the little town By the Barwon 2.

Runaway Train Colin Buchanan

the boss' daughter took a shine to him And they were off like a runaway train Close the line, put the signals down No flag or whistle going to stop them now And that loco's doing 'bout the speed of

Rocko Colin Buchanan

We searched out a quiet corner of the Middle Bre Hotel A couple of dudes from out of town and it wasn't hard to tell A fella with an old guitar Who'd been playing in the public bar Gave a gappy smile

The House on Fishy Lake Road Colin Buchanan

The house on Fishy Lake Road Stands on the brow of the hill Her timbers are weathered and grey Her rooms are empty and still No warmth from a welcoming fire Beckons this traveller home The wind

Tough Job Colin Buchanan

Heading road trains west of the Warrego River Pigging in the lyginum on the Barcoo Drilling for oil in the Strezleki Desert Or shipping the wool clip out Pokataroo Chorus...

He Waits Colin Buchanan

They met in the summer of 1958, A hometown girl with stars in her eyes He came from out of town to work in the mill, She found what she was looking for And he, he found a wife.

North Bourke Bridge Colin Buchanan

CHORUS Coz once you’ve crossed the North Bourke Bridge (And) stood on the dust of an Ancient red ridge Oh-oh the locals know The outback calls you back They knew that I’d be back Black feet on

Adelago Colin Buchanan

Cockatoos call in the morning Surf crashes on the golden sand It's 5 hours from the dust and the paddocks On the edge of the big brown land He's missing that farm under Sugarloaf Mountain There's

The Wanaaring Road Colin Buchanan

If you head west beyond the Darling Near the corner country of New South Wales You'll know you've struck the real Australia When your wheels hit the Wanaaring Road 2.

The Birdsville Races Colin Buchanan

Now folk's will tell you Birdsville is a little town You'd miss it if you blink But I took a trip out that way And it's not the sort of town Most people think ....

The Bimbi Talent Quest Colin Buchanan

was the hall burned down at the last big B & S But that didn’t stop the Bimbi Talent Quest CHORUS Two bucks a ticket and the kids got in for free It was quite a big event for the little town of

Singlets Blue Colin Buchanan

Grab your gear - it’s time to take a pen, Working out the western sheds again, From sheep to table, bin to bale Cockies work ‘em tooth and nail To the chuggin’ of the donk and the chattering blade

Silver Bullet Colin Buchanan

understand It blown away and overcome By the silver bullet and the loaded gun We've fed the lambs by hand The boys have run the shed We’ve given all we could Now half the flock is dead Years of

Frank the Scab Colin Buchanan

Frank had 7 kids and a 20 stone wife They lived on the frowned on side of town A simple sort of life He’s had a council job since ‘74 Kept the food in the belly and the wolf from the door And gave

That Old Caravan Colin Buchanan

that flaking paint and ply Oh those miles that rolled on by So hold her like you used to When the journey first began Side by side In that old caravan The day they got a flat tyre out the back of

Without You Colin Buchanan

No crack of a stockwhip No drumming of hoofbeats In less than a moment she knew No desperate embracing No passionate whisper O how can I live one more night without you? Chorus...

When it rained Colin Buchanan

CHORUS And when it rained He thought of home He talked of how the farm was going To his father on the phone He should’ve learnt He should’ve known Whatever’s in your heart, boy Will never let

Living in Town Colin Buchanan

You took your bride to the farm The same land your father worked And your grandfather cleared You shared the joy of two sons One day the place would be theirs To share with their brides You took

Uncle Viv Colin Buchanan

But when the stories started I wanted to hear more He spent some time in the Northern Territory, Proud of his time as a young bloke Serving actively The Coopers ale was rationed But the jungle

Come What May Colin Buchanan

to do the same ourselves Cos there’s been drought again And come what may, There’s been worse things in the way It’s our home and we won’t leave Without a fight BRIDGE After all the years of

At Kalulah Colin Buchanan

When the wind hit There was thunder Sheets of water on the paddocks Little torrents Rushing downwards Lightning struck not far away Bridge And when the storm had rolled on through Somehow everything

Here One Moment Colin Buchanan

I love this house I built this house We raised our children here The walls have shared the tumult In the passing of the years But we lost it all last Saturday In the crackle and the roar Our home

No Place like Home Colin Buchanan

The moon lit the mountains bathed them in light The patchwork of paddocks spread forth in the night And whatever it was that had drawn him away Was forgotten, was gone...

In His Blood Colin Buchanan

heard the forecast it’s not what he wanted to hear Sometimes he thinks he might throw it away But it’s in his blood and I think it’s there to stay Been a summer that he’ll never forget Paddocks of

Chook Colin Buchanan

Time was up, my bus was going Chook said he was running late As we pulled out Chook was chatting On truckies' channel eight Cootamundra - Bradman's Birthplace Wattle Town and Home of Chook Chorus

Handyman Colin Buchanan

John came home with a good idea “Going to build you a brand new kitchen dear.” So he rebuilt the cupboards Ripped up the floor Smashed up the sink re-hung the door Now it’s 10-times worse than it ...

Jincumbilly Colin Buchanan

There's no train into Jincumbilly There's no cattle in the yard There's no shearers standing Smoking on the platform Taking in the sunshine with the guard There's no work gang there at Jincumbilly...

Smaller Every Year Colin Buchanan

1. There were young folk In the church hall In the old days They packed them in There was laughter There was singing It's a different story now ... Chorus It's just a little town Getting smaller ...

Jingle Bells Colin Buchanan

Dashing through the bush In a rusty Holden ute Kicking up the dust Esky in the boot Kelpie by my side Singing Christmas songs It’s summertime and I am in My singlet, shorts and thongs CHORUS OH! ...

Tears On The Phone Colin Buchanan

You dropped me off You turned away I asked should I leave or should I stay You didn't know The baby cried No more to say We kissed goodbye Both trying so hard not to show The desperation just belo...

Hard Times Colin Buchanan

Nearly broke old Dom’s heart To choose the sheep And set them apart He heard the shots He just couldn’t watch Hard times on the land Ian ploughed the cabbages in Prices were bad He just couldn’t ...

The Local District Show Colin Buchanan

Rams and jams, bulls and biscuits Crafts and cattle, sheep and shortbread Brought before the steward’s gaze Stock and produce, craft displays It’s a day when people have a go It’s the local distri...

Farm Cars Colin Buchanan

What’s that roar Rattling and rumbling? Got no door but it doesn’t seem to matter Duco’s scratched Panels bent and dented Can’t be matched Those no frills, no brakes Gut-thrasher, paddock-basher f...

Green Fields Dreamtale

Green fields of past life Turned into greyness of mind Yesterday's laugh in eyes Of the children gone In the winds of time Lost in the stream of life Sweet memories of the time forgotten Things that I

Green Fields The Northern Pikes

Green fields where I walked when I was young man, in these Green fields where I plowed as a farmer, in these Green fields where I fought when I was a soldier in these green fields Coat of arms and a man

Missin' Slim Lee Kernaghan, Colin Buchanan

thought the end was ever quite so near They're missin' Slim Missin' Slim The bush has lost a hero and we all remember him He was our mate, he was the king We're missing slim Missin' Slim on the Plains of

Green Fields Ayado Chie

Once there were green fields, kissed by the sun. Once there were valleys, where rivers used to run. Once there were blue skies, with white clouds high above.

Green Fields The Brothers Four

Greenfields Brother Four Music & Lyrics : Terry Gilkyson - Rich Dehr - Frank Miller Once there were green fields, kissed by the sun. Once there were valleys, where rivers used to run.

Green Fields The Brothers Four

Once there were green fields kissed by the sun Once there were valleys where rivers used to run Once there was blue sky with white clouds high above Once they were part of an everlasting love