where the south wind blows colder
Reminds you in the winter that
Where the mallee holds on
to the soil that's too sandy
I was blown to the brigalows
Followed by drought like I'd
I found a new brother but
so he asked a wild turkey
It couldn't tell us so what
Then further north to the
Above the warm beaches in June and July
To a little green cottage for two to tango
Yes, I'm gonna die in Queensland
Of a hooked pine and bangalow
Of long clouds are rolling through
Yes, I'm gonna die in Queensland,
you should see my point of view
where I fell in love with you
I can see the green mountain
Carried a piano on the back
Mountains and music are one and the
With bush ticks and leeches,
But it's out of reach of the
She loves the thunder and
Yes, I'm gonna die in Queensland
Of a herb pine and bangalow
and long clouds are rolling through
Yes, I'm gonna die in Queensland,
you should see my point of view
where I fell in love with you