The bold and the good
all under the sun.
All singing as one,
in Wallaby Woods.
The moonlight above,
the mist and the rain.
Some singing for love,
some singing for pain.
Searching for stars,
forgotten to time..
The moonlight above
The rhythm and rhyme.
The bold and the good,
waiting for the sun.
All singing as one,
in Wallaby Woods.