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点击复制Sometimes kind people comment on the ballads I have wrote
Even though sometimes I sing them on a dry and battered note
And they always place importance on what's said not sung by men
For quality's not in the voice but in paper and the pen
But this song is no great ballad with writing skill attached
Oh it's just a simple story that I hope your ears will catch
Of the backgrounds of my ballads and the hours that I spend
In the bush or at the table with Henry Lawson's pen
One time when I was travelin' just kind of driftin' round
I went through Lawson country then on to Grenfell town
The old mining town was quiet and their parklands thrived with grass
And the place where this great man was born was marked by stone and brass
So slowly we walked over then through the iron gate
Oh we read the masters name plate the old monument looked great
Then my old mate showed me something in the grass a fountain pen
Then jokingly he said to me Hey Henry's lost his pen
So I took some strangers' rusty pen Lord knows who dropped it there
But I smile and like to think that it was placed with so much care
And that maybe Lawson left it 'cause he knew I'd be there then
So I truly try to follow suit with Henry Lawson's pen
So I like to thank those people that enjoy my old bush songs
And I'll try to keep them comin' if the good Lord keeps me strong
So I'll go back to my table and give it a go again
Cause I love to sing those ballads born from Henry Lawson's pen Hey
But this song is no great ballad with writing skill attached
Oh it's just a simple story that I hope your ears will
Catch
Of the backgroundsof my ballads and the hours that I spend