When I was just a young man I remember being told
By a weather-beaten bushman,
grizzled, grey and old
He was sitting on a barstool on a sail day in the town
Oh,
it's time to get the rum out when the Currawongs come down
When the Currawongs come down from the
mountains To the warmer belly country down below
When the Currawongs come down from the
timber It's a sign of rough weather,
rain or snow
Now throughout the passing years,
so often I have heard Plain and simple Currawong,
referred to as Rain Bird
Well I've studied nature closely,
and one thing I have found Oh,
it's time to don your oil skins when the Currawongs come down
I know many indications,
learned from bushmen I have met
Indications of the weather,
dry or cold or wet
Sometimes they are right,
you know,
and sometimes wrong,
I've found
But there's no two ways about it,
when the Currawongs come down
When the Currawongs come down from the
mountains To the warmer belly country down below
When the Currawongs come down from the
timber It's a sign of rough weather,
rain or snow
Now I live here in the snowies,
where there howling winter winds Where as soon as summer's over,
the winter time begins
And the artists love the beauty of frost upon the ground
Then it's time for winter fires when the Currawongs come down
When the Currawongs come down from the
mountains To the warmer belly country down below
When the Currawongs come down from the
timber It's a sign of rough weather,
rain or snow
Oh yeah, thank you very much
Big hand to David, there he is
Thank you very much,
I'd like to do a song written by Gordon Parsons,
a great friend of the family
This is one that probably wrote about a few
escapades that both he and Slim got up to,
judging by the title
Because this is an old number of his called Aussie Doghouse Blues