The original poem by Dorothea Mackellar
We've all probably heard a line or two. Some perhaps, can recite a verse... Here is the full version of the iconic and patriotic poem writen in 1908 by a homesick young 19 year old.
The love of field and coppice, Of green and shaded lanes.
Of ordered woods and gardens, Is running in your veins,
Strong love of grey-blue distance, Brown streams and soft dim skies
I know but cannot share it, My love is otherwise.
I love a sunburnt country, A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges, Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons, I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror - The wide brown land for me!
A stark white ring-barked forest, All tragic to the moon,
The sapphire-misted mountains, The hot gold hush of noon.
Green tangle of the brushes, Where lithe lianas coil,
And orchids deck the tree-tops And ferns the warm dark soil.
Core of my heart, my country! Her pitiless blue sky,
When sick at heart, around us, We see the cattle die -
But then the grey clouds gather, And we can bless again
The drumming of an army, The steady, soaking rain.
Core of my heart, my country! Land of the Rainbow Gold,
For flood and fire and famine, She pays us back threefold -
Over the thirsty paddocks, Watch, after many days,
The filmy veil of greenness, That thickens as we gaze.
An opal-hearted country, A wilful, lavish land -
All you who have not loved her, You will not understand -
Though earth holds many splendours, Wherever I may die,
I know to what brown country, My homing thoughts will fly.