1. Here is a nugget from the gold-rush days, it’s a beauty that my father found;
it looks a little green, but it’s gold inside, perhaps you could make a crown.

2. Here is a nice drop of vintage port
I collected on the Southern run;
I was saving it for some sorta special day, it’ll keep till you’re twenty one.

3. This here is the hide of a wallaby,
I tanned it through the winter days;
I know it smells a bit like tanning bark, but that’ll keep all the mossies away.

4. And this is a stone with secret signs;
for we who are the blacks know well
that you have the spirit of the crying tree
from the dreaming tracks you crossed, we can tell.

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.