The sun will still rise, the breeze will still blow

It really won’t matter, which way that I go

The sun will still rise and the breeze will still blow

And rivers will trickle from mountain top streams

Wind down through the valleys, then on to the sea

And lizards will scurry across outback roads

The wheat grass in paddocks will sway under load

Yet, still it won’t matter, which way that I go

The sun will still rise and the breeze will still blow