Call Of The Currawong

Fibro and weather board, bedtime at sundown
Frost on the stubble or fog in the air
Blue round my fingernails, ice on the windscreen
Half an hour drive to see Jesus and friends

It feels like I’m seven again
Coming full circle at last
All I need now is my favourite song
Here with Patterson’s curse and the call of the Currawong

Roadside white ghost gums and forest floor bracken
Nightfall with possums that play in the eaves
Carry the kindling and start up a fire
Lost in the stories of magic and dreams and

It feels like I’m seven again
Coming full circle at last
All I need now is my favourite song
I’ve got Patterson’s curse and the call of the Currawong

Beetles that beat on the screen door outside the house
Creaky old floors when I wake in the night
Black and white photos of beautiful people
Looking so serious in a past life

It feels like I’m seven again
Coming full circle at last
All I need now is my favourite song
I’ve got Patterson’s curse and the call of the Currawong

Oh the wind in the wire sings me into the pale sunlight
How could I know I would feel this at home
As if I was here just yesterday
All the miles and the changes seem light years away

It feels like I’m seven again
Coming full circle at last
All I need now, all I need now
All I need now is my favourite song
I’ve got Patterson’s curse and the call of the Currawong