The Traveler

He is from the big and quiet country where the wild dingoes cry At night when the moon shines in the starry sky The home of the short billed corella, wallaby. wombat and roo And emu, budgerigar, cockatiel and sulphur crested cockatoo His life's journey began in the brown countryside Of big paddocks for miles around flat and wide Where the weather temperatures in Summer often soar to forty degrees In the sparsely sheltered landscape of very few trees The eldest of two his brother on the farm with mum and dad did stay Whilst he followed his life's destiny to big Cities far away To Delhi and Tokyo, London, Paris and Rome And New York and Rio far distant from home In his late twenties one without a constant partner or children he's never had a wife But he has had and will always have many women in his life He has left a few in tears when from them he moved on But he has no regrets for what has been and gone He stopped off at the pub as he was driving by A tall handsome brown haired fellow for a few beers he was feeling dry I chatted with him for an hour maybe more Of his life of adventure and travels on many a foreign shore.