On my blankets I was lyin
Too tired to lift my head,
An the long hot day was dyin
An I wished that I was dead.
From the West the gold was driven.
I watched the death of day,
An the distant stars of Heaven
Seemed to draw my heart away.
On my blankets I was lyin
Too tired to lift my head,
An the long hot day was dyin
An I wished that I was dead.
From the West the gold was driven.
I watched the death of day,
An the distant stars of Heaven
Seemed to draw my heart away.
© Henry Lawson