but I didn't need a reason
To climb Kosciuszko before
To walk to the top of my country
There's a place in my heart
Where Wally has a chuckle
His mountain was stolen and
It's a yarn you will hear
Where gang gangs will chew
the fresh buds on the vine
There's Bruce of all trades
Been shearin' and clearin'
well he's not one to boast
It's his missus who does all the talkin'
And this lady's got trophies
of the life she takes pridin'
Not backward in givin' your
No wonder he don't watch the telly
As a couple they're legends
and straight down the line
they're good friends of mine
then your life will be fine,
The pleasures of bushland increase
with rust on the shoulder,
All part of the high country legend.
And they reckon the robin
It's another wild yarn from
Yeah, the bush has its legends
The scribbles on white gums
I bet Stumpy can read them,
Where gang -gangs will chew
the fresh buds on the vine
Where folks chew the fat,