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| Rozellas © Copyright George Papavgeris, May 2006 At Narita the frogs had a concert last night But at last I am home; and try hard as I might, All around me familiar yet nothing feels right And at night all I see is rosellas. Flashing scarlet and green they invade every dream; Set against deep blue skies, apparitions they seem. And I know it's a sign, but not sure what it means. All I know is I wake feeling jealous. And so I dream of rosellas Their scarlet coats set my musings alight There may be snowcaps on the Brindabellas But I'll be warm 'neath the wings of rozellas tonight. Can it be that a land, from a distance so great, Has the power my heart with homesickness to bait? Like falling in love on the very first date, Is this real, and is it forever? Or perhaps it's the times that I had, that entice; For I'd live them once more, and I would not think twice, And I'd go back again and I'd pay any price, Though I know it's a fruitless endeavour. And so I dream of rosellas Their scarlet coats set my musings alight There may be snowcaps on the Brindabellas But I'll be warm 'neath the wings of rozellas tonight. But beyond the good times and the wide open spaces Could it be that I yearn for the wide open faces That you meet every day, free of false airs and graces, In that homeland that isn't my own? Still, whatever the reasons, I don't care what they are. Heart obeys no logic, recognises no bar, So rozellas come take me, let's follow the star To the place where the heart feels at home. And so I dream of rosellas Their scarlet coats set my musings alight There may be snowcaps on the Brindabellas But I'll be warm 'neath the wings of rozellas tonight. |
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