The sun sinks down to an orange haze
Blurred with red and yellow
Sky blue is lighter, more faded
As if it were diluted.
The chirp of crickets rises
From a cooling ground
Slowly the orange haze grows smaller
Fighting to survive it dies.
The sky is still alight,
As if it were held by magic.
Slowly the light fades.
Soon…

The country is a great place,
Much better than the city;
The country is a great place,
And it really is a pity-

That if the people populate
At a really tremendous rate;
With their big bulldozer,
the city,
(What a pity!)
Will take the country over.

The metal would clank,
The smoke would bank;
Up into the hills.
And for the humans…

Softly sweeping they quietly whisper,
Over the clear fast flowing creek.
The willow trees whisper below the tall gums,
And the silence is broken by the call of a bird.

Back at the campsite the crackling fire,
With logs and twigs that once were trees.
Above it a billy of boiling water,
The same water that's been…