Raining On The Rock - Rolf Harris

Pastel red to burgundy and spinifex to gold

We’ve just come out of the mulga where the plains forever roll

And Albert Namatjira has painted all the scenes

And a shower has changed the lustre of his land

And it’s raining on the rock, in a beautiful country

And I’m proud to travel this big land, like an Aborigine

And it’s raining on the rock, what an almighty sight to see

And I’m wishing on a postcard, that you were here with me

Everlasting daisies and the beautiful desert rose

Where does their beauty come from, heaven knows

I could ask the wedgetail, but he’s way too high

I wonder if he understands, it’s wonderful to fly

And it’s raining on the rock, in a beautiful country

And I’m proud to travel this big land, like an Aborigine

And it’s raining on the rock, what an almighty sight to see

And I’m wishing on a postcard, that you were here with me

It cannot be described with a picture

The mesmerising colours of the Olgas

Or the grandeur of the rock

Uluru has power

And it’s raining on the rock, in a beautiful country

And I’m proud to travel this big land, like an Aborigine

And it’s raining on the rock, what an almighty sight to see

And I’m wishing on a postcard, that you were here with me