Carinda

There is a special place I like to go,

A place where the river flows.

Flat plains as far as the eye can see,

Scattered everywhere is the gumtree.

The sky turns orange and shades of red,

As the sun sets, it's almost time for bed. 

Kangaroos bounce, heading west,

All of the mob lay down to rest.

As a ruby-red sunrise fills the sky,

A group of black cockatoos soar high.

Mobs of feral pigs scatter through the stubble;

The farmer’s crops are in trouble.

Exclusion fences stand tall,

Making sure nothing gets through at all.

The musterers come in off the dusty plains,

While the headers strip the grain.

Stock stands confused in the dust

As the wind swirls round in a big gust.

As cattle get loaded onto trucks,

Lightning strikes.