| The kangaroo tail glints in the sun |
| And the freckle boys paddle out at Curly |
| Mascot smells sweeter than eucalypt gum |
| I’m coming home to blue hills in the morning |
| Lt’s a journey that lasted as long as my youth |
| I never was one to quit early |
| But the miles and white lines are a sign of the times |
| I’m coming home to blue hills in the morning |
| So many places I wanted to know |
| Ended up dreaming of you |
| So many places I happened to see |
| Ended up thinking of you and me I wish all my friends could see with my eyes |
| What I can’t tell them just by talking |
| Masses of red roofs in early sunlight |
| Out of the gullies red wings are afire |
| L’Ve seen wars and dark places. glass castles of kings |
| Jewels and junkyards the craziest things |
| The satellite salesman’s glittering nose ring |
| Coming home to blue hills in the morning |
| Yes I dreamed of the sandstone cliffs |
| Washed by the dawn |
| Longed for the white cradle |
| That guards the lagoon |
| In the arms of my true love I’m coming home soon |
| Coming home to bwe hills in the morning |
| It’s a journey that’s lasted as long as my youth |
| The satellite salesman has hung up his noose |
| The light on the hill picks me up its the truth |
| I’m coming home to blue hills in the morning |