Kuranda Brake (The Railway Song)

Tic-Tack shops, Lorikeets and cold beer Tjabugai painters and Gadja artists all live here Fat, red faced tourists stand wilting in the sun Under hot-house skies, our Dreamtime journey has begun I'm on the tail of Buda Dji on this downhill ride A mountain to the right of me; on the left is the viewing side Look! See the Barron falling and tumbling again The roar of his call is fed by the forest rain This "snake" keeps on sliding and hugging the mountain side Like a child I see so many things, my eyes are open wide The beauty and the splendour is more than I can take? Is this Dreamtime I'm living, as I ride this Kuranda brake Tic-Tack shops, but now there's snow on the ground It's cold and it's grey as I walk through this English market town But as I slip, I'm in Dreamtime once again In the Kuranda brake and the tale of that mountain train