He Is The Young Man

He is the young man from the far country town Where the creek from the high country babbles on down In a brown tongue never silent by night or by day On it's way to the river to the sea far away It was for want of employment that brought him and their three years old daughter and his country wife To the big City suburb for the better life Where he works in a well paying job and is gainfully employed Far from his small hometown in the brown countryside Still he will not hear the shrike thrush in feathers of gray Whistling at daybreak where he is living today And with his hometown football club he may never more play For his better standard of living this is his price to pay The town that he came from in distance quite far From where he lives now a four hours drive by car.