I tumbled into life, out on the western line
A simple gathering of melody and rhyme
Written down and tweeked a bit,
Ink pen on manuscript
Little town Little song
Lookin for somewhere to belong
Sat in a bureau drawer
Pulled out then performed
For a governor and mayor
A law clerk scratched me down
Next mornin we left town
And he was hummin as we rode
And I wondered where we'd go
On and on round and round
Far and wide am I bound
I'm a gift, I'm a drifter
Always wandering free
On and on like the wind
I am home, I am friend
And you'll always be as close
As a whisper to me
Some shearers headin south
Sang me to Jackie Hall
First time he ever shore a hundred in a day
I rode the silver rails
I crossed the mountain trails
They sing my story from the cape to Morton Bay
And send me on my way
On and on round and round
Far and wide am I bound
I'm a gift I'm a drifter
Always wandering free
On and on like the wind
I am home, I am friend
And you'll always be as close
As a whisper to me
As Private Monroe gentle sang
I floated over no mans land
I've seen the tears
Of countless lonely sons
I've crossed the raging seas
Wound up in symphonys
Was there in victories
Been sung on bended knees
I'm just the notes and verse
Nothing more and nothing less
You'll find me at the stock camp
As they're passin' out the rum
Out near where I'm from
On and on round and round
Far and wide am I bound
I'm a gift I'm a drifter
Always wandering free
On and on like the wind
I am home, I am friend
And you'll always be as close
As a whisper to me
On and on with this swag
And an old tucker bag
Singing who'll come a Waltz'n Matilda
With me.
Writer(s): Lee Raymond Kernaghan, Garth Ivan Richard Porter, Colin Keith Robert Buchanan
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