The stars are gleaming, and there's a charm That sets me dreaming, when all is calm
The sighing gum trees breathe mystery The roving dark men I seem to see
And through the woodlight they fade away But leave a memory of yesterday
I see my homestead by the big lagoon Was but the magic of the merry moon
Nightingbird is flying to his nest I will fly to home, sweet home and rest
The silvery shadows are grey, just to lead me over the way
The nightbird's calling, in the live long day
The stars are gleaming, and there's a charm That sets me dreaming, when all is calm
The sighing gum trees breathe mystery The roving dark men I seem to see
And through the woodlight they fade away But leave a memory of yesterday
I see my homestead by the big lagoon Was but the magic of the merry moon
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