GOLDEN DAYS GONE BY
JONALYN CAJEFE
It was good to hear you laugh again
When i called you on the phone
For it took me back to days gone by
When the bushland was our home.
The bush became our homestead
It mothered us as well
And we would laugh each day away
Till the years began to tell.
Remember the station truck we bogged
In the middle of the night?
When you stepped in a muddy hole
And sank right out of sight.
The time that my bike's trew me
And i landed on my head?
You stood around without a sound
Quite sure that i was dead.
But i slowly raised a dusty eyelid
And gave you a silly grin
Then you cracked a joke and caught the moke
And legged me on again.
The time when a young bull chased me
And i stumbled and fell
Then it kicked me and it horned me
And stomped on me as well.
Or the day when we took that bucker
To the soft sand in the creek
Then ******* the two of us climbed on
We laugh for a ****** week.
Remember when we met those Sheila's
In a pub whilst on a spree?
We said we owned a station
In the Northern territory.
That i was a young lord so and so
And you some Arab princess
But i dont think they believed us
For we haven't seen em since.
Or when we loaded our bike's up our pack
Getting ready for a trip
And a great red hornet came along
And stung her on the hip.!
Our swags and bags all went flying
Straight up towards the sky
And ive never seen a bucker since
That could buck so ****** high.
Yes they were good old days alright!
Those golden days gone by
When we were mates together
Yeahh ****** good mates
You and I...
~J. C~