Well a long day has ended with toil
and it’s sweat,
On the veranda we sit
and we watch the sunset,
Best time of the day
for my man and me,
Me drinking cold beer
and him drinking tea.

We talk of the day
and the work that’s been done,
And of tomorrow, toil still to come,
We'll be up and working before the sunrise,
Cause here on the farm
you don't work nine to five.

He's the heart of the land,
this tired dusty man,
Though he’d laugh if you said so,
kind of be nothing grand,
Just a battler survivin'
just as best as he can,
But this land's in his heart
and he's the heart of this land.

And we’ve seen some hard times
but we got by somehow,
And we’ve been through too much
to give it up now,
Though he’s not one for wearing
his heart on his sleeve,
My man would rather die
than pack up and leave.

And he's the heart of the land,
this tired dusty man,
Though he’d laugh if you said so,
kind of be nothing grand,
Just a battler survivin'
as best as he can,
This land's in his heart,
he's the heart of this land.

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For this is his country
by blood and by birth,
To him there’s no finer place
on this earth,
So many more sunsets from
the veranda we’ll see,
With me drinkin' cold beer an’
him drinkin' tea.

And he's the heart of the land,
this tired dusty man,
Though he’d laugh if you said so,
kind of be nothing grand,
Just a battler survivin'
as best as he can,
But this land's in his heart
and he's the heart of his land.
This land's in his heart,
he's the heart of his land.