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Digging to Australia (by Simon Barron and Rosalind Brady) When I was seven or eight I had a friend called Michael Beale And me and Mikey we were thick as thieves Always we were out along the waste land and the fields And Mikey never wanted to go home Now Mikey was a quiet lad and I mostly made the plans For pirate raids and cowboy afternoons But one day after hearing something teacher said in school It was Mikey who decided what to do Digging to Australia down below the ground If I keep going I’m bound to get there Digging to Australia if the earth is round Down below the ground I’m bound to get there We took a spade from Mikey’s dad- Mikey didn’t ask Mikey said he wouldn’t understand Down the fields to no-man’s-land far beyond the path Mikey had his schoolbag filled with cans We took the spade in turns but I found the going tough And soon it was I tired of the game But Mikey was determined and he told me with a laugh He’d send a postcard when he reached the end Digging to Australia down below the ground If I keep going I’m bound to get there Digging to Australia if the earth is round Down below the ground I’m bound to get there Now Mikey wasn’t big and he wasn’t very smart And teacher said he’d always be behind He missed a lot of days from school and no one seemed to mind Well I wished my dad was like his at the time But when I left him on that day digging in the dark I saw a look of steel upon his face I thought if teacher saw him now she’d put a golden star In the empty effort column by his name Digging to Australia down below the ground If I keep going I’m bound to get there Digging to Australia because the earth is round Down below the ground I’m bound to get there Now when I last saw Mike it’s difficult to say They put him with another family And in my head I jumbled this with what I saw that day It left me with a tale of make believe For after all the trouble passed I just forgot his name My mother said it’s better done that way And now that I remember him- well I see him on his way Digging to Australia that day Digging to Australia down below the ground If I keep going I’m bound to get there Digging to Australia because the earth is round Down below the ground I’m bound to get there |