Old turf fires, children’s smiles
Friends to walk with, miles and miles
No need now, feeling alone
When we sing the songs of home
In Australia far away
Through the dust and heat
Once I found an old bush man, tending to his sheep
Asked if he would play awhile, banjo on his knee
And much to my surprise, I knew his melody
Old turf fires, children’s smiles
Friends to walk with, miles and miles
No need now, feeling alone
When we sing the songs of home
So many nights I’ve watched the sun
Go down on 'Frisco Bay
And sang those songs of nights back home
In the meadows making hay
I heard in Manitoba once, a mother hush a child
And the lullaby she sang to him
Took me back across the miles
Old turf fires, children’s smiles
Friends to walk with, miles and miles
No need now, feeling alone
When we sing the songs of home
Songs of home are songs of hope
And dreams of other days
Songs of valleys green and low
And safe, unchanging ways
Songs of home are songs of love
Sometimes tinged with blue
And every song of home I hear
Is all wrapped up in you
Old turf fires, children’s smiles
Friends to walk with, miles and miles
No need now, feeling alone
When we sing the songs of home
Old turf fires, children’s smiles
Friends to walk with, miles and miles
No need now, feeling alone
When we sing the songs of home
No need now, feeling alone
When we sing the songs of home