I’m watching Paul Kelly, he’s singing on
the tele
I would die to write songs just like him
His lyrics and tunes don’t come from
silvery spoons
And his music branches out on a limb
His music's his story of life, of hardship
and love
The moods of his tales is like two hands in one
glove
They all fit so perfect, his words are
simply so fine
And I wish that his efforts were something
like mine
So many great hits, he’s just a legend you
know
And from little things, big things he makes grow
And how can a clock on a silo show eleven
degrees
His words are a story to him, that
no-one else sees
And while I work at this keyboard, I’m in
awe of this man
Who quite out of nowhere, became the star
of this land
We want he pens songs forever, and that his
music won’t die
His deeper water it moves me, and most
times I cry
One day he will stop writing, and our loss
it will be
Australia’s rock poet, it’s apparent to
me
So thank you Paul Kelly, for giving us
what you own
And where am I going next, I’ll be going
alone
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