Lyrics

I'm just a songwriter workin' my trade I carry a swag full of tunes that I've made If you've got the time I'll sing you a song You are red dirt meeting ocean You are a harbour in the dawn You are Bondi's rolling breakers Across the oceans, you'll call me home You are gumtrees, Cicada symphonies You're the muster on the Pentecost You are kakadus, summer thunder A dreaming place under the southern cross Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda? Waltzing Matilda with me Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda? Waltzing Matilda with me You're the camp-fire, by the River Gums You're the convict, and the refugee You're the bush kid from Kapunda On the beaches of Gallipoli You're the battler, you're fair dinkum You are old mates' wrinkled smile And you're a mother, calling her children You're a Koori lullaby Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda? Waltzing Matilda with me Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda? Waltzing Matilda with me Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda Waltzing Matilda with me Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda? Waltzing Matilda with me Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda? Waltzing Matilda with me Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda? Waltzing Matilda with me Waltzing Matilda with me
Writer(s): Garth Ivan Richard Porter, Colin Keith Robert Buchanan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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