Old lady sits by an old gum tree
In a wooden rocker her hubby once made
In her mind she sings a song
The one her mumma sang to her:
Country girl born in the scrub
Country girl raised on the farm
Country girl with her hands in the dirt
Country girl pretends to love her home.
Old lady sits her hair grey and thinning
Remembers the days of rain, sleet and snow
Of crimes committed, atrocities never admitted
Days her mumma turned her back a singing:
Country girl ran among spinifex
Country Girl loved her clutch of rabbits
Country Girl could throw bales of hay
Country Girl happily ran away from home.
Old lady sits with tears on her cheeks
There’s no going back, no way to forget
The torment still real, the denial still strong
Her mumma never listened, never wanted to know:
Country girl cradles her lost childhood
Country girl never forgets the truth
Country Girl not alone in the world
Country Girl stands for innocence lost.