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This is based on a childhood memory of the Murray River town of Echuca

Morning Symphony

I like walking through these streets
you never know who you might meet
as the morning lorikeets sing the sun into the sky
Don't need to read the papers
I can hear the bad news later
don't live for broken secrets or the lies

Chorus:

Love to hear those whistles blowing
see the Murray River flowing
as the children cast a line and try to reach the other side
There's a comfort in the knowing
a friendly face that's showing
a welcome smile that seems to shine so bright.

Wide store front windows call me
as I taste my morning coffee
smell the fresh bread from the bakery as I pass by the store
there's a soft dew on the grass
early sun rays dance on glass
stare in wonder of an eagle as it soars

Chorus:

Small country town have flavours
with time enough to savour
the orchestra of mowers and cicadas in the trees
As I continue on I can't help but sing a long
and tell this town just what it means to me
this simple country life has set me free

This is based on a childhood memory of the Murray River town of Echuca

Morning Symphony

I like walking through these streets
you never know who you might meet
as the morning lorikeets sing the sun into the sky
Don't need to read the papers
I can hear the bad news later
don't live for broken secrets or the lies

Chorus:

Love to hear those whistles blowing
see the Murray River flowing
as the children cast a line and try to reach the other side
There's a comfort in the knowing
a friendly face that's showing
a welcome smile that seems to shine so bright.

Wide store front windows call me
as I taste my morning coffee
smell the fresh bread from the bakery as I pass by the store
there's a soft dew on the grass
early sun rays dance on glass
stare in wonder of an eagle as it soars

Chorus:

Small country town have flavours
with time enough to savour
the orchestra of mowers and cicadas in the trees
As I continue on I can't help but sing a long
and tell this town just what it means to me
this simple country life has set me free

Here is one about Bethungra

Family Ground

Intro: E

E A E
On the drive from Coota to Junee you get the chance to think just who you might be
A E
I think I will stop at Bethungra I can hear the sounds of rolling thunder
B A E B A B
I left town with the wattle in full bloom my eyes are tired I think I need a room

Chorus:
E A B E
Up the hill where my cousin lived
A B E
We use to climb that hill when we were all just kids
A B E
The dogs would lead and chase the rabbits
A B E
In a time gone by before all these bad habits

Across the line the house still stands it’s seen some time don’t look so grand

Takes me back to days gone by where a word was truth not just a lie

From up here you can see for miles around I know for a fact it’s my family ground

Repeat Chorus (x2)

Lyrics

Wayne Osborne/ Mark Fitzsummons

This is my new song. Music already completed.
I think I have captured Tamworth in January pretty well :)

On Peel Street

I went busking on Peel Street
I wanted to sing my own songs
Good intentions playing beside me
Somehow these things always go wrong.

So I started singing Slim Dusty
I even gave John Williamson a try
With guitar in hand I was playing
Yet people kept strolling on by

Chorus:
They say you can’t hear old country on Peel Street
This new stuff is always too loud
Well the one thing you learn on Peel Street
Is the louder the bigger the crowd

I watched people walk past the small man
Those folks who have played here for years
There’s no time to stop and listen
There could be something better down here

Repeat Chorus:

Then a bunch of young fella’s were wailing
With speakers that blocked out the sky
The passing crowds stopped and listened
Like moths to a flame mesmerized

Repeat Chorus (x2)