Sara storer

There's work to be done You had a good go The tractor is ready there is plenty to sow This year's the year With good looking ground And I'm feeling good As I make my way round Down comes my dinner And...

Have you seen the old stockman, at the functions and balls He drinks while they serve him and he sleeps where he falls He'll be crook Sunday, but he'll turn up Monday, though He wonders if one day...

Mum and Dad are home Sitting round the table Dad's got his face buried in his hands Never seen Dad cry Didn't think that he was able Gravel on the drive, washed away again And with skin off his...

Sheila sat on an old Drovers trail Waiting for her Dad to return Her brown little toes digging up the dirt In a flour bag dress her Mum had sown And soon in the distance a man on his horse She ran and...

I'm named after my grandmother I'm blessed with music and her with poetry And she told me this story And with my music I'd like to sing you, her sweet memory Old Kurrajong tree You look lonely to me...

Can I be a whirly wind? And travel miles and then start again But in a new place Can I be an old green swag? And have some cowboy come along And carry me away Can I be a drop of rain? That falls down...

Weekends when I go out walking Friends stop and they say hello They ask me how things are going I put on a show, a very good show I tell them that I'm doing fine now They smile and then they go on...