Longing

Ohh I long for
those wide open spaces
I want to be in
those kind of places.
Give me the white,
the blue, the red sand
Please take my hand
to that Outback land

Give me the silence,
the scent and the heat
Love walking red desert
dirt with bare feet
See the tracks of thorny devil and roo
Cut from the gums your digeridoo

No railways or roads o
r rumble of engines
Only the wind –
it blows with a vengeance
Tanami, Gunbarrel,
Plenty, Sandover
I’ll travel them all,
be a red centre rover

Get me away from this
stifling greyness
Away from the frost,
the cold and the rains
Away from Europe’s burn
out and strains
And put me right here –
in red desert plains.