Bunda Waterhole - Slim Dusty

Old mates we met at the far flung place

In the last few days of July,

We pitched our tents and baited our hooks

The mad old world rolled by.

For the size of the catch didn’t mean too much,

'Twas the peace and the smog free air,

The yarns we spun and the songs we sung

And the mates we all greeted there.

We fished and yarned by the fire at night

And the ev’ning star stood guard,

Like some long gone drover ridin' watch

At ten mile Bunda yah

I lingered a while by the embers red

And something touched my soul

With my mates asleep and my cold ole brew

On ten mile Bunda hole.

Yodel

As I shredded my boots by my welcome swag

I knew just how great is the loss,

Of those people who never have known the light

Of the stars of the Southern Cross.

Those people who never the time have found

To make true friends that share,

The things which our Lord gave everyone

On a ten mile hole out there.

Old mates we met at the far flung place

In the last few days of July,

We pitched our tents and we baited our hooks

The mad old world rolled by.

For the size of the catch didn’t mean too much,

'Twas the peace and the smog free air,

The yarns we spun and the songs we sung

And the mates we all greeted there.

Yes we fished and yarned by the fire at night

And the ev’ning star stood guard,

Like some long gone drover ridin' watch

At ten mile Bunda yah

I lingered a while by the embers red

And something touched my soul

With my mates asleep and my cold ole brew

At ten mile Bunda hole.

Yodel