The Dunstan

Bm D F#m Bm I yearn to view the Dunstan Range, to see the leaning rock Bm D F#m Em F#m The purple hazy distance from an isolated block Bm D F#m Bm Fruit trees for a garden, a river for a pool G Em F#m Bm A rocking chair, a fireplace with willow wood for fuel 2 I yearn to feel the summer's heat, to harvest wild thyme To never leave this dusty patch of earth, to call it mine I'll irrigate this desert, be a self-sufficient man And when the deeds of day are done I'll sit and watch the land 3 My view displays the mountains that the tourists pay to see, They flock from countless distant lands, I see it all for free; My mind set loose to wander o'er the valleys and the streams, These mountains are the playground of the urban dwellers dreams. Bridge 1 G D F#m Bm Bm/A My view is ever changing as the seasons glow and fade G D F#m Bm Bm/A Storms roll up and drown the hills, wild and unafraid G D F#m Bm Bm/A And when the Sun dissolves the rain, a liquid, pastel dawn G Em F#m Bm My picture is restored anew, the vision is reborn 4 The stars that grace the Dunstan skies are bright enough to touch, And never did the moonlight bless the frosted fields with such A crystal definition that the eye can plainly see A vision so transparent to be called 'Eternity.' 5 For winter in the city is so dull and dense and stark, And when the Sun has set at night then all it is is dark; A corrugated iron fence and leafless trees comprise The only visual morsels upon which to starve your eyes. Bridge 2 I yearn for isolation, for the tramper's lonely view, The sculptured rock and rose hip, the Clutha's turquoise blue; An echo of the gold rush stirs the breeze, the tussock wave And I sit and claim a past life in some long-dead miner's cave. 6 I long to view the Dunstan Range, her ever changing faces, I yearn to wander long and free, exploring open spaces; I long to breath her vintage air and through her hills to roam, I yearn to view the Dunstan, I long to view the Dunstan Range, I yearn to view the Dunstan, I yearn to call her home.

Graham Wardrop