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She talked in riddles, she talked in three dimensional
She held my lazy head when evening light was gone
She called the breaks, I ploughed the lower forty when
She called me plough boy, say what paddock were you on
Summer sun when my day is done
God, help me just to shade my eyes
Harvest moon, she'll be rising soon
God willing and the creek don't rise
She knows I'm right, she knows I'm so conventional
She knows I'm cultivated furrows on my brow
The land was mortified, the land was indivisible
I tell you someday we will reap what we might sow
Don't rise, she calls me Captain, she knows I'm so industrious
She fills my tea cup when the window shades are down
We load the pick up, we're making individual
We're making all that hay while driving into town
Don't rise, harvest moon, she'll be rising soon
God willing and the creek don't rise, don't rise
- Album:
- A,000,000 Miles
- Miscellaneous
- TCB
- English Girls (Single)
- 101 Sporting Anthems
- 80 From Australia
- Live 99
- Speedboats for Breakfast
- One Night In Melbourne
- The Anthology
- Hard Reyne
- The Best of Acoustic - Live At the Forum
- All The Hits Live
- Any Day Above Ground
- 101 Legends
- Complete Eighties
- Live in Rio (Remastered)
- The Whiff of Bedlam (Remastered)
- Live In Rio
- Electric Digger Dandy