Mount Bukaroo-Slim Dusty

[ti:Mount Bukaroo] [ar:Slim Dusty] [al:Stories I Wanted To Tell] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.17]Mount Bukaroo - Slim Dusty (西林·得斯提) [00:01.50]Written by：Slim Dusty/Henry Lawson [00:02.70] [00:08.06]Only one old post is standing solid yet but only [00:13.95]One [00:14.45] [00:15.12]Where the milking and the branding and the slaughtering were [00:19.42]Done [00:19.78] [00:21.65]Later years have brought dejection [00:23.95] [00:25.65]Care and sorrow but we [00:27.56]Knew [00:28.12]Happy days on that selection underneath old bukaroo [00:32.98] [00:35.01]Then the light of day commencing [00:37.58] [00:39.22]Found us at the [00:40.47]Gully's head [00:41.33] [00:41.89]Splitting timber for the fencing stripping bark to roof the [00:46.44]Shed [00:46.84] [00:48.57]Hands and hearts with labour strengthened [00:51.06] [00:52.62]Weariness we never knew [00:54.79] [00:55.31]Even when the shadows lengthened 'round the base of bukaroo [01:00.22] [01:02.10]There for days below [01:03.86]The paddock how the wilderness would [01:07.92]Yield [01:08.25] [01:08.79]To the spade the pick and [01:10.71]Mattock while we toiled [01:12.57]To win the field [01:13.65] [01:15.51]Half our hands are hard to sully [01:17.90] [01:19.59]Ours the deeper [01:20.65]Blended screw [01:21.73] [01:22.30]Burning off down in the gully [01:24.89]At the back of [01:26.48]Bukaroo [01:27.08] [01:42.77]When the cows were safely yarded [01:45.06] [01:46.47]And the calves were [01:48.17]In the pen [01:48.94] [01:49.75]All the cares of day discarded 'round the fire we [01:53.62]Mustered then [01:54.34] [01:56.27]Rang the roof with boyish laughter [01:58.66] [02:00.30]While the flames e'er [02:01.60]Topped the flue [02:02.42] [02:03.06]Happy nights remembered after far away from bukaroo [02:07.77] [02:09.84]But the years were full of changes and a sorrow [02:14.94]Found us there [02:16.02] [02:16.76]For our home amid the ranges was not safe from [02:20.45]Searching care [02:21.44] [02:23.39]On he came a silent creeper [02:25.68] [02:27.29]And another mountain threw [02:29.99]O'er our lives a shadow deeper than the shade of [02:33.82]Bukaroo [02:34.70] [02:43.53]All the farm is disappearing [02:45.99] [02:47.60]For the home has vanished [02:49.45]Now [02:50.24]Mountain scrub has choked the clearing hid the furrows of [02:54.49]The plough [02:55.12] [02:56.93]Nearer still the scrub is creeping where the little garden [03:02.66]Grew [03:03.74]And the old folks now are sleeping at the face [03:07.30]Of bukaroo [03:08.38] [03:10.39]But the years were full of changes and a sorrow [03:15.56]Found us there [03:16.70] [03:17.45]For our home amid the ranges was not safe from [03:21.29]Searching care [03:22.16] [03:24.01]On he came a silent creeper [03:26.44] [03:28.11]And another mountain threw [03:30.31] [03:30.93]O'er our lives a shadow deeper than the shade of [03:35.76]Bukaroo