The night is dark
The moon is high
A cool breeze on my face I feel
As I lie here wide awake,
For sleep won't come, my thoughts do stray
Back to when I was a child,
Out on the farm I loved so well
And with my younger brother Jim
I'd run and play all day with him.

We'd roam the paddocks and the hills
To look for mushies or daffodils,
And when the blackie season came,
We'd take our billies or tin cans
Then down the hill, how we would run.
To be a child it was such fun
And maybe for a while we'd sit
To watch the rabbits in their play,
Or sing a song that we had heard
Our father sing while milking cows.

Or to the creek perhaps we'd go
To search for gold or caves to see,
But always by our side would be
Our collie dog, we loved so well
His name was Bob, a pedigree,
Without a doubt the best you'd find
For our welfare he'd always mind.

But best of all our place to go
Was 'Dead Horse Corner' where the wattles grow,
Down by the dam and up a tree
In search of gum, we'd eat our fill
Then as a rule I'd get stuck
And so back home Jim would run,
To fetch our Dad, who'd always come,
He'd get me down and with a grin
He'd take my hand and home we'd go
To have out tea and go to bed,
And I would listen as Dad read
By candlelight, of a duck who was a swan,
Or about a chimney sweep called Tom.

And when my eyes began to close
So would the book, and Dad would go
He'd brush my cheek with a kiss,
But now it's time for me to sleep,
Thank you Dad, goodnight, God bless
I close with love,
Your daughter Chris.