A Letter From Down Under

There's an Aussie boy in Texas
And tonight he's feeling blue
There's a letter that he showed me
And I'd like to read it to you
It's a letter from Down-Under
From a dad who tries to say
All the things he feels on paper
To a loved son far away
Dear Son, back home it's springtime
And we're finished with the plow
A little rain'd flood the lot
Should bring the wheat through now
You always loved the wattle
Well now it's out in bloom
Guess son, that you'd be homesick
If I could send you its perfume
Old gramps is getting feeble now
And his days are nearly done
He'd like to see you before he goes
So, how about it, son
I met Mary at the sliprails the other day
And we yarned for quite a while
She's growing mighty pretty son
With a warm and friendly smile
They say the neighbours son hangs round
That he's always at her place
But I know the way she spoke of you
He just isn't in the race
Last night some friends came over
And they stayed for quite a while
We sang all the old bush ballads
In the old familiar style
I guess you've heard all about the oil strike
Well I don't mean much out here
'Cause when a man is thirsty son
It can't take the place of beer
But somehow, son, without you
This old place just ain't the same
And it hurts to see your mother's face
At the mention of your name
Well it's getting late, I'd better close
There's a few jobs to be done
Yes your old dad just wants to add
Be nice to see you son