Woman On The Land - John Williamson

Shes my mother, she’s my aunty, she is many that I’ve known

The backbone of the bush, where country kids have grown

She’s raised and she’s nurtured those children of her own

While her man does his battles on the land

And he comes in from the shearing, still aching in the back

The kids are finally tucked away, her days are never slack

But she makes it look so easy, as she cooks him up a storm

That unselfish, unsung hero of the land

She’s keeping books, she’s nursing, raising money for the town

She’s the last one standing, when all is falling down

Ferocious as a tiger to defend her little clan

My hero the woman on the land

So I propose a toast, to the mothers that we know

Proud to be the better half, who really run the show

And if you shed a tear boys, I will understand

To our hero the woman on the land

Instrumental

And he comes in from the harvest, a disappointing yield

He’s tired and he’s dusty, twelve hours in the field

And although her day’s been difficult, she greets him with a smile

That unselfish, unsung hero of the land

So I propose a toast, to the mothers that we know

Proud to be the better half, who really run the show

And if you shed a tear boys, I will understand

To our hero the woman on the land

To our hero, the woman on the land