Тексты песен «Eric Bogle»

(Kim CarnesDave EllingsonWendy Waldman) If I told you tonight that I loved you Would you walk my way would you say Lies that I wanted to hear If I told you tonight that I need you Would you break my heart would you...

"And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda" - Eric Bogle Now when I was a young man, I carried me pack, and I lived the free life of a rover From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback, well, I waltzed my Matilda...

Always Back To You-Eric BogleWell they say the heart's a lonely hunter, always searching for a homeThat in every soul there is hunger, to find the place where it belongsI came to this land as a stranger, year by year...

When the summer sun is shining on Australia's happy land Round countless fires, in strange attire in many solemn bands Of glum Australians watching as the lunch goes up in flames By the smoke and the smell you can...

"Cornflower Blue" -Eric Bogle Cornflower blue, bloomin' in the mornin' sun Tiny flowers that grew, from when our love had just begun Long ago we planted, each dry and dusty row how long has it taken, for the seeds...

FRONT ROW COWBOY (Eric Bogle) 1. On Saturday mornings I'd ride to the movies, Booted and spurred on my horse made of tin Tie-up my cyi-use outside on the pavement Lay down my sixpence and mosey on in. I'd sit in...

I Hate Wogs -Eric Bogle I'm a dicky-dye Australian guy and me name is Blooey Schmidt. I love this sunburned country and I'm bloody proud of it And I love our simple way of life and the things we all hold dear Like V...

"Ibrahim" -Eric Bogle (Album: The Colour of Dreams) Hey Ibrahim, tell me what do you think of Australia? Do our beautiful desert sunsets fill you with wonder? As the sky catches fire, and the trees and the...

"MIRRORS" -Eric Bogle Children are born with trust in their eyes it's the first thing that we betray Children are born believing in magic it's the first thing we take away Fill them with doubt instead of magic...

1. Well, how'd you do, Private William McBride? Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside? I'll rest here awhile in the warm summer sun, I've been walking all day, Lord, and I'm nearly done. And I see by...

Somebody's moggy by the side of the road Somebody's pussy who forgot his highway code Someone's favorite feline who ran clean out of luck When he ran on to the road and tried to argue with a truck Yesterday he...

"NOW I'M EASY" - Eric Bogle For nearly sixty years, I've been a Cockie Of droughts and fires and floods I've lived through plenty This country's dust and mud have seen my tears and blood But it's nearly over now,...

"Plastic Paddy" -Eric Bogle Hup! dee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee dah Hup! dee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee dah Hup! dee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee...

"Queensland Whalers" -Eric Bogle I've sailed the North Atlantic with ice flows in the breeze I've sailed the Dutch East Indies o'er the calm blue sunny seas When I think of missing seamen me heart returns again To...

"SOMETHING OF VALUE" -Eric Bogle I can see the Southern Cross tonight While here below, bathed in it's light The Dreamtime land safe, snug and tight is sleeping Wrapped in complacency and contentedness No...

"The Sign" -Eric Bogle In the summer of last year, in a city* far from here That stands on the shores of the fair Pacific sea I walked it's pleasant streets, no view in mind, no one to meet Content to wander where...

"WALTZING MATILDA WALTZ" - Eric Bogle Well, once jolly swagmen* went humping their swags And stuffed jolly jumbucks* down in their tucker bags These days, jolly junkies go on house-breaking jags And steal to buy...

I Hate Wogs-Eric BogleI'm a dicky-dye Australian guy and me name is Blooey Schmidt.I love this sunburned country and I'm bloody proud of itAnd I love our simple way of life and the things we all hold dearLike V.F.L. and...

"WALTZING MATILDA WALTZ" - Eric Bogle Well, once jolly swagmen* went humping their swags and stuffed jolly jumbucks* down in their tucker bags These days, jolly junkies go on house-breaking jags and steal to buy...

Wee dark engine room (G) C G7 C G / G C F G7 C / C G7 C F C G C G / C F C F C In that wee dark engine room, Where the chill seeps through your soul, How we huddled round that wee pot stove That burned oily rags and...