There's a Ghost Gum out in the paddock
He stands there all alone
Been there more'n a hundred years;
Aint got the heart to bring him down
So tall and so majestic
A grander sight I doubt you'd see.
WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU RABBITIN ON ABOUT?
MATE, IT'S ONLY A BLOODY TREE.
It's only a bloody tree you say
And there's some who think you're right
And I'm not the sort of man what prays,
But I reckon in God's sight:
That thing you call a bloody tree
Could be more important than you and me.