Lirik
Port town north of Sydney
Modest ramblers for men who worked in the industry
And it's always hotter than its meant to be
When you’re sleeping in a dorm room full of God-fearing missionaries
Oh, December summer
Oh, this heat makes the fervor burn
Oh, zeal like a pouring storm
So thirsty that we drank until we tore
Taught us how to take to the streets
To track down someone to give our charity
Do you have a minute to hear my ministry?
Oh, I’d spare yourself so you don’t turn out like me
Oh, December summer
Oh, this heat makes the fervor burn
Oh, zeal like a pouring storm
So thirsty that we drank until we tore
Written by: Meredith Lampe
