Jim

A long way from here to the little bush town
Surrounded by paddocks flat and dry and brown
The home of the magpie and the pale eyed crow
Where the thirsty winds from the dark mountains do blow

In the town park with his mates he played football
Happy memories of his younger years he does recall
With his coastal mates in the pub by the bay
Of his inland hometown from here far away

The town where he would feel a stranger in today
His hair dark brown when he lived there is now silver gray
Six times a grandfather estranged from his wife
He does seem contented in his single life

Fond memories of his younger years with Jim does remain
And in his flights of fancy he visits again
The far away town where he lived as a boy
And reminiscing of what was he seems to enjoy.