She sits down by the light of the caressing lantern
And wearily brushes the moths from the gla**
Takes her pen in her hand and she starts on a letter
To her girlfriend Narelle, back at home from the past
They had grown up as one, they were schoolgirls together
Til time and the pull of her heart changed her life
Took her far far away from the friends of the city
To this bare backlogged kingdom she now rules as a wife
And she writes:
Dear Narelle, it's been almost three years now
Since I shopped in the city or took him to a show
But when my man's back, and the bank gives us credit
He's promised me this time we'll definitely go
But oh! Dear Narelle, I wish you could be here
As he rides through the gate when the rains finally fall
With his old hat thrown back and his eyes warm and smiling
These long months on my own just won't matter at all
And she writes how she misses the kids, off at school now
But she knows that it's better that they're both away
And she hopes the supply truck comes in with some stores soon
Cos there's just one or two things she ran out of today
And she writes:
Dear Narelle, the drought's getting worse now
And I don't know if we're gonna make it this time
And I've been on my own since my man hit a dry river
But apart from these dust storms... everything's been fine
But oh! Dear Narelle, I wish you could be here
When the rain finally falls, and the country turns green
And the wind moves the hills in an ocean of gra**es
And the gulleys sing loud with the song of the stream
And oh! Dear Narelle, you should be here at sundown
When the easterly breeze hunts the heat from the day
And the stars shine like diamonds in a sky of black velvet
And I'm glad that my city life's far far away
And the moon shines as softly like a far away bushfire
And I'm glad that my city life's far far away