I've wandered East, I've wandered West From the Hamersley Range to the Snowy Crest From the Lachlan Plains to the Broken Hill But my heart's at the Johnstone River still Now the time has come when I must return Where the vine scrub grows and the cane-fires burn Where the vine scrub grows and the cane-fires burn By the Yarra now the cold rain falls And the wind is bleak in the Bass Strait squalls I stand and wonder in the chill Has the season started at Mulgrave Hill? For Autumn comes and I must return Where the harvesters chug and the cane-fires burn Where the harvesters chug and the cane-fires burn The smog is thick and it stings the eye And the Harbour Bridge fills half the sky And the sirens wail through Sydney town But I dream of Tully when the sun goes down Where the rainforest covers the hills with green Where the cane grows tall and the air is clean Where the cane grows tall and the air is clean I've been travelling South and West By land and sea, but the North is best Now Autumn comes with its hint of snows And I must follow where the egret goes To watch the evening's first faint star From Flying Fish Point or Yarrabah From Flying Fish Point or Yarrabah I've been travelling East and West From the Hamersley Range to the Snowy Crest From the Lachlan Plains to the Broken Hill But my heart's at the Johnstone River still And the time has come when I must return Where the vine scrub grows and the cane-fires burn Where the vine scrub grows and the cane-fires burn