Once a jolly swagman camped by a creek,
Eyes wide open, too wired to sleep.
The bush came alive with rustle and chat
Each one whispering, “Water you looking at?”
Water You Looking At
Once a jolly swagman camped by a creek, Eyes wide open, too wired to sleep.
The bush came alive with rustle and chat, Each one whispering, “Water you looking at?”
