Highways through my heart
Are roads of Australia.
Cockatoo and cockatiel
Through the New England
When all is green and gold.
And my heart will Sing
For I have seen the brolgas dance.

Little towns of the thirty mile
Lost to times increasing pace.
Rose robin, yellow robin
and brown scrub wren.
In thorny brush abound.
And how my heart will smile
For I have seen the brolgas dance.

Kempsey of the broad green meadows
and cattle, waxing fat and fatter.
Bathurst raining and mad fans flirting,
The Three sisters standing guard
By mountains blue as a Tory flag.
And how my heart will laugh
For I have seen the brolgas dance.

South and south of the great southland
To Wedding cake and Coolangatta.
Chortling kookaburra and misplaced finch,
Lillypilly, cedar, cabbage palm and ash
Sight of the farm below Barringtons.
And how my heart will dream .
For I have seen the brolgas dance.

Narrow coastal plain, broad inland acres,
Coal mines and dairies and people so kind.
Wallaby and wallaroo, rabbit and hare
Galahs of the inland and white cockatoos
will live in my mind forever.
And how my heart will ever yearn
For I must see the brolgas dance.

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