Campfire On The Road - John Williamson

Camping under the leopard wood

As the sun goes down and the fire is good

Cause I’ve managed to find myself some brigalow

And it wouldn’t be the same I know

Contemplating the fire glow

Without my darlin' out here on the road

Now it’s a very special thing

To hear the little crickets sing

And there’s no need to say another word

Just watch the campfire steal the show

And let the inner feelings flow

Release the tension out here on the road

We must never let 'em take this life away

Old stock routes belong to one and all

Drovers, dreamers all agree, poets, Aborigines

We have a right to light a campfire on the road

Some people like a river bed

With river gums high overhead

Unroll the swag on a drift of river sand

But me I search for different sites

I’m not afraid of Min Min lights

And I welcome spirits out here on the road

And I welcome many signs I see

In a land that’s been so good to me

That lead me to the soul of inner man

And I can tell you there are days

I see the earth in different ways

That keep me searching out here on the road