Hugh McDonald - The Roaring Days lyrics

The night too quickly pa**es And we are growing old, So let us fill our gla**es And toast the Days of Gold; When finds of wondrous treasure Set all the South ablaze, And you and I were faithful mates All through the roaring days! Then stately ships came sailing From every harbour's mouth, And sought the land of promise That beaconed in the South; The brooding bush, awakened, Was stirred in wild unrest, And all the year a human stream Went pouring to the West. The roaring days, the roaring days, The roaring days, the roaring days And you and I were faithful mates All through the roaring days! Those golden days are vanished, And altered is the scene; The diggings are deserted, The camping-grounds are green; The flaunting flag of progress Is in the West unfurled, The mighty bush with iron rails Is tethered to the world. The roaring days, the roaring days, The roaring days, the roaring days And you and I were faithful mates All through the roaring days!