WE WERE GAMBLERS
But we took the chance as gamblers must that this new star was a sign
that would lead us to the Bushman who was foretold in another time.
Were we dreamers, was it wise chasing a light in the sky?
Was there madness in our eyes?
Well you never really know until you try.
So we took the chance ...
And we left our mates by the campfire and we rolled our swags as they laughed: ‘Bet you never make it alive!’ they said. ‘Bet you ten beers we do!’ we replied.
[Instrumental verse; repeat bridge]
How could we have known that the star would lead to a boy born in a country pub,
a boy as poor as any unknown child
lost in the mallee scrub.
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.