I Won'T Be Going Back

I won't be going back to the old wooded hill Where the magpie at dawn opens his silvery bill And flutes his sweet music melodious and clear The songster who sings every day of the year. I won't be going back to that old country town Where few cars or trucks night and day pass up and down The wide and lonely streets that are quiet night and day I won't be going back to the town far away. The passing of time leaves me older and slow But my past seems to follow to where-ever to I go Yet I yearn for new places to live in and see And the bug of the wander is living in me. The past is behind me but with me the memories of it remain And I won't be going back to the old town again By the old wooded hill of the dark pale eyed crow That was old in the Dreamtime many centuries ago.