Raining On The Rock

(альбом: Mallee Boy - 1986)

Pastel red to burgundy and spinifex to gold
We've just come out of the mulga where the plains forever roll
And Albert Namatjira has painted all the scenes
And a shower has changed the lustre of his land

And it's raining on the rock, in a beautiful country
And I'm proud to travel this big land, like an Aborigine
And it's raining on the rock, what an almighty sight to see
And I'm wishing on a postcard, that you were here with me

Everlasting daisies and the beautiful desert rose
Where does their beauty come from, heaven knows
I could ask the wedgetail, but he's away too high
I wonder if he understands, it's wonderful to fly

And it's raining on the rock, in a beautiful country
And I'm proud to travel this big land, like an Aborigine
And it's raining on the rock, what an almighty sight to see
And I'm wishing on a postcard, that you were here with me

It cannot be described with a picture
The mesmerising colours of the Olgas
Or the grandeur of the rock
Uluru has power

And it's raining on the rock, in a beautiful country
And I'm proud to travel this big land, like an Aborigine
And it's raining on the rock, what an almighty sight to see
And I'm wishing on a postcard, that you were here with me