I'd like to do another song, and these words were penned by my old friend Mac Cormack.
And a few years back he was with our show right round Australia,
and he wrote this song about a little town called Camelwheel.
It's only about 11 miles from the Northern Territory border.
We like it out that way, believe you me, and we hope you like this song,
which our old friend put together, the one he plainly called
The Story of Camelwheel.
Here we go.
. . .
Should ever I go back to Camelwheel
Would be in spring when desert flowers bloom
All the spinifex I know would still be there
And the desert pea would brighten up the gloom
Should ever I go back to Camelwheel
One thing is sure, I'd not be twenty-two
As in that day when I first wandered there
But memories stay with me as memories do
Way better!
How fresh her memory keeps, for still I feel
The velvet softness of her auburn hair
And see again the moonbeams in her eyes
As I did so long ago when I was there
You called to youth in that now distant day
I did not heed, my heart did not reveal
And now I know that love was born and lost
In that little border town of Camelwheel
. . .
Oh the long road beckoned on my feet said go
To search beyond the hills for what I'd find
Although I wandered far this sunburnt land
I never found what I had left behind
Oh the burning fire of that other spring
Is now but ashes and the hurt won't heal
Time heals all wounds they say but leaves the scars
So I think I'll not go back to Camelwheel
Time heals all wounds they say but leaves the scars
So I think I'll not go back to Camelwheel
No I think I'll not go back to Camelwheel