Welcome to my SONGTHOLOGY page :)
Here, you will find lyrics and links to some of my latest and/or most requested songs ...... oh and you may even come across the odd 'ROUGHIE ON THE RUN' , just to keep us all honest ! :D ..... ENJOY !!!
RECOLLECTABLES
I have my Daddy's watch, it's older than my Daddy was,
and older than his father and his father's dad before.
Tho' this watch will never work 'cos it's got lots of broken parts,
It's my highly-prized Recollectable.
You see it takes me back to conversations with my Dad,
and all the plans and dreams he had,
and the way things used to be;
And it makes me glad, knowing that this time we had,
is so Recollectable .
I have this old guitar, it doesn't play too well at all.
It often breaks a string or two in defiance of my strum;
But even tho' it's temperamental when it has a job to do,
there is more to this guitar than failing strings and wood.
You see, it takes me back to all the good times that I had
playing for the old folks on a country afternoon;
And it makes me glad, knowing that these times we shared,
are so Recollectable.
And oh! The simple joys I find, wrapped in pretty bows of time ...
I have this red geranium, it's from a plant my Mum has grown.
I took a piece away with me one day when I was home,
for in the gentle rub of leaves, Yesterday comes back to me;
And I am like a child at play among the Red and Green.
You see, it takes me back to Summer days and coffee chats;
reminiscing with my Mum well into the Dawn;
And it makes me glad, knowing that this time we had
is so Recollectable.
Yes, they take me back, these humble souvenirs I have,
through the corridors of time and to a memory;
and they make me glad, knowing that this life I've had
is so Unregrettable,
so Unforgettable;
so Recollectable.
RAINBOWS
I have your picture,
I keep it by my bed.
I have your numbers,
But I wish I had you instead.
Instead.
I watched you go, dear.
I watched you wave good-bye.
I wish I'd found here
Some way to make you stay behind
With me.
Yonder
There is sunshine;
Here now,
There is rain.
Somewhere in between
Must be rainbows.
I have your letters,
Sometimes, they make me cry.
They don't compare to
Holding your body next to mine
All through the night.
Yonder
There is sunshine
Here now,
There is rain.
Somewhere in between
Must be rainbows.
There must be rainbows
Rainbows
Soon.
Words & Music by Haelwen-Sian
**no reproduction/recording/adaptations without prior permission **
(I saved this picture from a weekend newspaper some years back - I do not know who the photographer was, but I hope he/she does not mind me using this photo to illustrate an Aussie icon of the bush. )
Took this photo of a modern day drover just outside of Tamworth ( that's a couple hundred clicks 'just outside of ' !!) On one occasion , this big black steer was shouldering the passenger side door .... SCARY STUFF !!
It's nine months long, ten thousand worries wide
With 500 head of cattle under watchful eye.
He's miles from home, from his daughter and his wife.
He says that he has no choice;
That's the only way they can survive.
He's a Drover from the Dustbowl on a Long Paddock Drive.
He's turned the cattle out to graze along the roadside.
It's weary work and then some, riding roughshot o'er the herd.
Somedays, it's the hardest dollar earned.
With Kelpie ringing strangler in, he moves the herd along
Between the towns and stock routes for grass to graze upon.
He barely stops for sleeping, even when the sun goes down,
"Cos he worries 'bout the ones he left behind,
Far from this Long Paddock Drive.
It's been nine months long, ten thousand worries wide
With 500 head of cattle under watchful eye.
He's miles from home, from his daughter and his wife.
He says that he has no choice;
That's the only way they can survive.
Now he doesn't much like traffic, least of all the speeding kind,
For it's dog and beast that pay for those too fast to slow in time.
He's earned the curse of many a frustrated blaring horn,
But even cattle tire of moving on.
And he rarely sets to thinking 'cos there's too much to be done,
From counting hoof and horn, to chasing grass and racing sun.
He'd sooner have the solitude than suffer any crowd,
But there are days he wearies of the ride;
Tires of the Long Paddock Drive.
It's been nine months long, ten thousand worries wide
With 500 head of cattle under watchful eye.
He's miles from home, from his daughter and his wife.
He says that he has no choice;
That's the only way they can survive.
He tops the List Endangered as a disappearing breed,
Like so many in the service of our early pioneers.
But as long as there's an Outback, there's a battle to be won,
And there you'll find him droving on the Run.
"Cos when the rain don't fall for years and the dust is all that grows;
When living hand-to-mouth is all that keeps the family home.
He saddles up his stockhorse and whistles up his dogs,
And wheels the mob to where tall grasses rise,
Out on that Long Paddock Drive.
Nine months long, ten thousand worries wide
With 500 head of cattle under watchful eye;
And miles from home, from his daughter and his wife.
He says that he has no choice;
That's the only way they can survive,
On that Long Paddock Drive....
Words & Music by Haelwen-Sian
**no reproduction/recording/adaptations without prior permission **
