I had nothing more to sing
My guitar-picking hands
Were dull, and cold, and damp
Like a blowfish on a jetty bank
Soaking in the spray
On a wounded Winter's Day
Last night I dreamed
I was on a wooden beam
And a bushfire raged on both sides.
I dove into the darkness
And awoke, with the moonlight in my eyes
There's an arrow in my tree
There's a chasm in my sea
There's a rider roping me
I can't let today destroy
My portion of pride
This blue world is full of joy
This blue world is full of joy
Tell me the tale
Of little lost Ishmael
Of Jonah and the whale
And the terrors of the age
And the wing-beat of the turtle dove
On the doomed and shining cage
The one thing that they say
When your heart has gone astray
Is that better days come around
There's a timeless horizon, one laboured glance
Up off the sinking ground
Everybody needs a sign
From time to weary time
That a loving soul knows their mind
I'll be a rock to thee
You are the sweet grass at my feet
You are my golden light
I can't let today destroy
My love, nor my living
This blue world is full of joy
Yes, this day is mine to hold
In passion and forgiving
This blue world is full of joy
Yes, this day is mine to hold
In passion and forgiving
This blue world is full of joy
This blue world is full of joy