I walk the streets of Bundanoon and see the wild flowers bloom ,


The day is almost over and I’m staring at the moon.


I’m thinking of the dawn ahead and wish it would begin .

Sleeping rough is really cold and no one will ask me in .

Ghost like shadows they cross the street right there before my eye .


If you should step inside my doorway there you will hear me cry .


I’m wrapped up in some newspapers I found inside a bin .



The winters almost over now and spring will soon begin .

I stepped inside a sacred place and said a prayer for you .


cemeteries and silence have now replaced the love we knew ,



I placed a rose there at your grave and lay there for a while .



I walk the lonely streets here with the memory of your smile .

Golden sands are far away from the doorways where I sleep .


But I can hear the waves crash down where waters run so deep .



new horizons are just hazy lines stretching out to me .



For a future without you here is where I have to be .

So I’ll keep on walking the lonely streets of Bundanoon .


Where people they seem to pass by like shadows on the moon .