Small birds singing in the tree tops tell Where runs the river of my home And the wistful wishing of the folk who love us well And follow us wherever we may roam. And our hearts go back to the folk beside the river To the land where the sheep and cattle roam It’s a long, long job, but we’ll find it together For every mile we travel leads us home. No songs greet us for the birds are mute The aeroplane’s the only thing to fly Upward to the pilot send a special brand salute For we may need him badly bye and bye. Soldiers singing as their fancies come New songs, old songs, they sang another day Thus they sing and match to the beating of the drum Till orders come to put the drums away. And our hearts go back to the folk beside the river To the land where the sheep and cattle roam It’s a long, long job, but we’ll finish it together For every mile we travel leads us home.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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