I thought it was time,
but I didn't need a reason
To climb Kosciuszko before
the snow season
To walk to the top of my country
was pleasing
There's a place in my heart
for the snowies
Where Wally has a chuckle
about crackin' back
His mountain was stolen and
taken up the track
Nobody ask him and they
won't give it back
It's a yarn you will hear
in the snowies
Where gang gangs will chew
the fresh buds on the vine
Where folks chew the fat
it's a pleasure to dine
With Stumpy at Brumby's
good rumpin' red wine
Not much goes unnoticed
around gin and wine
There's Bruce of all trades
and master of most
Been shearin' and clearin'
and sinkin' a post
At trappin' wild dogs,
well he's not one to boast
It's his missus who does all the talkin'
And this lady's got trophies
and buckles from ridin'
And pictures on walls
of the life she takes pridin'
Not backward in givin' your
ear a good hidin'
No wonder he don't watch the telly
As a couple they're legends
and straight down the line
And Stubby will tell you
they're good friends of mine
And if stubby approves,
then your life will be fine,
Not much goes un noticed
around Jim Devine.
The pleasures of bushland increase
when you're older,
Where wombats dig holes
that go under a boulder.
Look out for the wallaby
with rust on the shoulder,
All part of the high country legend.
And they reckon the robin
has made quite a name,
As a sign of the winter,
its main claim to fame.
It's just in the snow,
it'll glow like a flame,
It's another wild yarn from
the snowy years.
Yeah, the bush has its legends
much older than time
The scribbles on white gums
are some kind of sign
I bet Stumpy can read them,
so all will be fine
Not much goes unnoticed
around Jindabyne
Where gang -gangs will chew
the fresh buds on the vine
Where folks chew the fat,
it's a pleasure to dine
With Stumpy and Brumby's
good rump and red wine
Not much goes unnoticed
around Jindaline
Not much goes unnoticed
around Jindaline you