A Nostalgic Young Man

His old Shire from the City a three hours drive and nostalgia can be a strange thing For he miss the wide brown paddocks where the brown singing bushlark sing He is doing his best to settle in to life in the big Town Where all day and night on the busy street traffic buzz up and down In the small Countrytown his mates tonight are talking of football And memories of the local club's great win today with fondness they recall And spare a thought for their City based mate and wish that he were here For to celebrate another win and drink the toast that cheer He will get used of City life in time he will settle in As he is a gregarious sort of bloke and new friendships he will win Jobs are scarce in the Countrytown and employers poor to pay The small Countrytown that he came from a three hours drive by car away The boss he works for is paying him well and for himself he is doing okay But absence makes the heart grow fonder as some are known to say.