Well I set out for old Queensland like the wild geese set out for the winter’s home

And I passed along the roadside all the places that I’ve ever hoped to roam

My days were filled with blue skies and the evenings drifted slowly and so kind

I’d lay asleep beneath the pines dreaming about the days I left behind

Many times I’d be awakened by the cracking of the midnight rains a pounding

And I’d hear the cedars singing to the tune of the old north-wind a sounding

The darkness was a flashing while the barley grains danced in perfect time

With open eyes all night you’d find me dreaming about the days I left behind

Through the blinding fog I saw a face who stood alone with just his lonesome eyes

And I melted in the sunlight when he wrote my name across the hazy skies

I chased him through the shadows as he faded down deep inside my mind

I counted all the highway signs while dreaming about the days I left behind