Testi Raining On The Rock - Rolf Harris

Raining On The Rock

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