She was leaning
on the cyclone farm gate
Talking to a little bird
You've got to be careful
what you wish for
She said as if the little bird heard
She made herself a man -trap,
and caught him by the toe
Tangled herself in love -grass,
and it won't let her go
I'm talking about a girl from the mallee,
who set herself up for life
With three boys to love her as a mother,
and a good man to love her as his wife
But she's got a bucket full of
rainbows and a twinkle in her eye
As she sings like a magpie morning of the cockies
in a purple sky
She's a breath of fresh air
through the homestead
Rain on the roof in a drought
Pictures of sea in the campfire
She's all that the bush is about
There was dust from the
sheep in the sunrise
Where the cul -de -sac trees are old
And a beam through the
storm hits the river
And covers the gums with gold
She was leaning on the
cyclone farm gate
Talking to a little bird
You gotta be careful what you wish for
She said as if the little bird heard
I'm talking about a girl from the
Mallee
Who set herself up for life
With three boys to love her as a mother
And a good man to love her as
his wife
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