THE COMING BUSHMAN
2. We are the gamblers, the stockmen, the wise, the women who battle the scrub,
the people who wear no airs on their face
and know the price of a grave,
yes, we know the price of a grave..
3. Years we have waited for someone to come, born out of true country stock,
a bushman foretold by drovers of old,
a battler as straight as a die
a battler as straight as a die.
4. Late round the campfire we sang of our dream a man who is one with the bush,
a man who would gamble
his life for his friends,
and know the silence of God,
he would know the silence of God.
5. Ours is a story of Jesus the Bushman, born behind Bethlehem’s pub,
a boy who was born
to be king of the bush,
and die for his mates in the end,
he would die for his mates in the end.
Norman Habel & Robin Mann © 1981
2021 - Where do we go from here?
Breezin' along in my Japanese coupe, breezin' along with the windows down. The dog keeps sniffing the air - he's got an empty head but he's alright. We've got time to spare, time to get where, we don't know, and who cares?
And the days go fast and the nights go faster
Lord, where do we go from here?
Lord, where do you want me to be? (© Robin Mann 1972)
Some questions keep on coming, and this is one of them.
The pandemic has put a hold on so much, and while Australia is in a better position than many, uncertainty remains.
Two weeks ago I finished a song 'In the year that's coming'. It ends with:
May your love shine through us,
every day renew us,
keep on coming to us,
stay with us
in the coming year.