John Williamson - Galleries of pink galahs

Gal^Gleries of ^Dpink galahs,^C crystal nights with^G diamond stars ^Amapricots ^Gpreserved in jars,^D that's my^G home ^GLand of oceans i^Dn the sun,^C purple hazes ^Griver gum ^Ambreaks your heart when ^Grain won't come,^D it breaks your he^Gart

^GIt takes a harsh and c^Cruel drought ^Gto sort the weaker s^Caplings out ^Git makes room for s^Ctronger trees ^Ammaybe that's what ^Clife's abo^Gut ^GWinter's come, the^C hills are brown ^Gshops are closed the^C blinds are down ^Geverybody's l^Ceavin' town^Am they can't go on ^G

^GThe south wind through v^Deranda gauze ^Cwhines and bangs the ^Ghomestead doors ^Ama mother curses dusty ^Gfloors^D and feels ^Galone ^GTrucks and bulk bins fi^Dlled with rust ^Cboy leaves home to m^Gake a crust ^Ama father's dreams r^Geduced to dust^D but he must go^G on

^GTortured red gums ^Cunashamed s^Gunburnt country ^Cwisely named ^Gchisel-ploughed and ^Cwire claimed ^Ambut never never ^Cnever ta^Gmed

^GWhirlwind swirls a ^Dpaper high ^C same old news of ^Gfurther dry ^Amof broken clouds just ^Gpassing by^D that's my ho^Gme ^GLand of oceans ^Din the sun^C purple hazes r^Giver gum ^Ambreaks your heart when ^Grain won't come^D it breaks your he^Gart