FARAWAY DREAMING

[Frank Daniel]

FARAWAY DREAMING© Frank Daniel (at Wandoan Q.) 1979

Last night as I lay sleeping I dreamed of far away
Remembering in my slumber old friends at work and play.
I dreamt I heard sweet music as it filtered through the trees,
Such perfect notes afloating on a lucerne scented breeze.
I heard a band of children from the old Canowindra school
Playing music soft in harmony like ripples on a pool.
I saw their leader take his wand, with magic gestures deft
He drew his urchins into tune, as each one played his best.
And down along Belubula cool water wends its way,
The she-oak and the willow blend in soft idyllic sway.
I saw a golden sunset silhouette the Nangar Range
As day came slowly to an end and darkness filled the plains.
The day turned softly into night, the music ceased to play,
And I woke in dull surroundings from my dreams of faraway.
Yes, my dreams are of Canowindra and that valley far away,
Where lucerne scented breezes fill the air at break of day:
It’s a longing for a home place; it’s somewhere to settle down,
It’s a tugging on my heart strings, it’s my old Canowindra town!

[re-written for the Marti’s Canowindra Balloon Fiesta Album 1996.
Recorded at Nash Chambers Studio, Avoca Beach 1996]

[Heather]

Beautiful Frank, truly beautiful.

Heather

[Maureen K Clifford]

sigh!!!! Just lovely Frank

Cheers

Maureen

[Zondrae]

G'day Joe,

a bit of a departure from your usual. Very picturesquely expressed.

I heard on the TV, advertising for this coming Balloon festival. Do they have any poetry or music or is it just the balloons going up and down etc. Sounded rather spectacular anyway.