When we played our charade We were like children posing Playing at games, acting out names Guessing the parts we played Oh, what a hit we made We came on next ...

Somewhere, my love There will be songs to sing Although the snow Covers the hope of spring Somewhere a hill Blossoms in green and gold And there are dreams All ...

Now, there's an old Australian stock man And he's lying, just a dying And he gets himself up onto one elbow And he turns to his mates, and he says Watch me wal...