Wind in the tussock
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There’s snow on the hills and frost in the gullies,
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where winters are keen and the air
tastes like wine,
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my heart feels the pull of the
wind in the tussock,
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Am G C
calling me back to the mountains
again.
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- C
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F G
1. The scent of the speargrass is drawing my
heart in,
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Am F
G
as I
long again for the High Country air.
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F G
The wind in the tussock is
calling me homewards,
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G C
to
the valley and ridges that I love so dear.
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2. There’s a fragrance in the tussock, fire as it’s burning,
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F G
wisps
of smoke curling up to the sky.
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The dew in the dawning of a
clear spring morning,
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G C
as
the sun warms the tops all white skiffed with snow.
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3. There’s pleasure in working the snow crested mountains,
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in boiling
a billy and watching stars fall,
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F G
to be
lost in a world remote from the city,
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with
the mist far below like a great rolling sea.
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With the snow on the hills and frost in the gullies,
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where winters are keen and the air
tastes like wine,
C Am F G
my heart feels the pull of the
wind in the tussock,
C
Am G C
calling me back to the mountains
again.
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- C
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4. When the old man Nor-wester blows hot down
the valley,
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F G
reminds
me of a girl that I knew long ago,
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F G
her
hair was as fair as the snowgrass in summer,
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breaking
my heart when she drifted away.
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5. There are dreams in the twilight of long autumn evenings,
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when
the embers of memories still flicker and fade,
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the
tussock reflecting the deep golden sunset,
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Am G C
gently
caressed by the evening breeze.
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(orig.
= capo
5th) (Phil Garland)