On my blankets I was lyin’
Too tired to lift my head,
An’ the long hot day was dyin’
An’ I wished that I was dead.
From the West the gold was driven.
I watched the death of day,
An’ the distant stars of Heaven
Seemed to draw my heart away.
More verses by Henry Lawson
- The Rush To London
- The Old Stockman's Lament
- The Cliffs
- The World Is Full Of Kindness
- The Way I Treated Father [a Bush Song]