Walking through the high dry grass
Pushing my way though slow
Yellow belly black snake sleeping on a red rock
waiting for the stranger to go
Sugar train stops at the crossing
Cane cockies cursing below
Bad storm coming. Better run to the top of the mountain
Mountain in the shadow of light
Rain In the valley below mountain in the shadow of light
Rain well you can Say you're Peter say you're Paul
Don't put me up on your bedroom wall
Call me King of the mountain
Blacksmith fires up the bellows
Cane cutters burning to load
Workers of the world run to the top of the mountain
I can't take the hands from my face
There are some things we can't replace
Over liquid tarmac wastelands of cactus and heat
Down cobble stone alleyways of washing sheets
Up ghost prairie mountains of sunset and space
Down the road a familliar face
Across the wilderness Out further than the bush
I will follow you
I will follow you
I will follow you
