I tumbled into life, out on the western line
A simple gathering of melody and rhyme
Written down and tweeked a bit,

Ink pen on m !@#*cript
Little town Little song
Lookin for somewhere to belong

Sat in a bureau drawer
Pulled out then performed
For a governor and mayor

A law clerk scratched me down
Next mornin we left town
And he was hummin as we rode

And I wondered where we'd go
On and on round and round
Far and wide am I bound

I'm a gift, I'm a drifter
Always wandering free
On and on like the wind

I am home, I am friend
And you'll always be as close
As a whisper to me


Some shearers headin south
Sang me to Jackie Hall

First time he ever shore a hundred in a day
I rode the silver rails
I crossed the mountain trails

They sing my story from the cape to Morton Bay
And send me on my way
On and on round and round

Far and wide am I bound
I'm a gift I'm a drifter
Always wandering free

On and on like the wind
I am home, I am friend
And you'll always be as close

As a whisper to me

As Private Monroe gentle sang

I floated over no mans land
I've seen the tears
Of countless lonely sons

I've crossed the raging seas
Wound up in symphonys
Was there in victories

Been sung on bended knees
I'm just the notes and verse
Nothing more and nothing less

You'll find me at the stock camp
As they're passin' out the rum
Out near where I'm from


On and on round and round
Far and wide am I bound

I'm a gift I'm a drifter
Always wandering free
On and on like the wind

I am home, I am friend
And you'll always be as close
As a whisper to me

On and on with this swag
And an old tucker bag
Singing who'll come a Waltz'n Matilda

with me.