I love a sunburnt country
core of my heart, my country! Her pitless bule sky
green tangle of the brushes, where lither lianas coil
her beauty and her terror, a wide brown land for me
the sapphire-misted mountains, the hot gold hush of noon
the tragic ring-barked forests, stark white beneath the moon
an ochids deck the tree-tops, and ferns the crimson soil
I love a sunburnt country
i love her far horizons, i love her jewel sea
i love a sunburnt country, a land of sweeping plains
the drumming of an army
the steady, soaking rain
But then the grey clouds gather
and we can bless again
of ragged mountain ranges, of drought and flooding rains
when sick at heart around us we see cattle die