That old gate still looks the same
Still hanging off it's hinges
They were just kids playing games
And that old driveway's just as rough
Still tired from all the truck tracks
Etched in to the dust
Her hands are clean and moisturised
There's powder on her face
And shadow on her eyes
She's not the same girl that she was
Living in the city...
That's just what it does
She rolls up to the house
Her Mum still there
Brewing tea,and peeling pears
The farm that she has always known
There's nothing quite like going home
Twelve trees line a fence of wonky wire
And wait for her, loyally wait for her to ??
Standing tall, they might age, they might shed their leaves
But they'll always be there for her
Twelve trees
Ten years on, and growing up
Remembers twelve trees in summer
Was the time she had most fun
Peeling yabbies just on dusk
Some bread and bu*ter and a can of coke
They could not believe their luck
There were summers spent down by the sea
A gla** of wine on a balcony
Some times she feels all alone
There's nothing quite like going home
Twelve trees line a fence of wonky wire
And wait for her, loyally wait for her to ??
Standing tall, they might age, they might shed their leaves
But they'll always be there for her
Twelve trees
Twelve trees
Twelve trees line a fence of wonky wire
And wait for her, loyally wait for her to ??
Standing tall, they might age, they might shed their leaves
But they'll always be there for her
Twelve trees