Paul Kelly's song for Eddie Betts; for all of Indigenous background

[hardtack 10,518]

Hope this is acceptable on this forum as it applies as much to our indigenous players as it does to Eddie alone... in a word, incredible!!

Every Step of the Way

Tonight I went out from the kitchen
And looked up at the stars from the yard
I was hoping to get some perspective
But sometimes perspective is hard

I know my life is a blessing
And all blessings come with a curse
My enemies I know I can handle
But friends now, well, they can be worse

Oh, I’m so sick and tired of keeping it inside
I’m so sick and tired today
I remember the old ones’ hard travelling
They’re with me every step of the way
Thousands smile when I go through my paces
They fall at my dancing feet
They like to slap my back in high places
They want to shake my hand on the street

Oh, I love my beautiful children
They clamber and climb all over me
I close my eyes and I’m dreaming
Of a world where they can just be

I’m so sick and tired of keeping it all inside
I’m so sick and tired today
I remember the old ones’ hard travelling
They’re with me every step of the way
The old ones are walking beside me
Each and every step of the way

 

 

Edited September 15, 2021 by Grapeviney

[illbarto 379]

Australia's Johnny Cash, and no man more deserving to be sung about.

[Neil Crompton 5,519]

3 hours ago, hardtack said:

Hope this is acceptable on this forum as it applies as much to our indigenous players as it does to Eddie alone... in a word, incredible!!

Every Step of the Way

Tonight I went out from the kitchen
And looked up at the stars from the yard
I was hoping to get some perspective
But sometimes perspective is hard

I know my life is a blessing
And all blessings come with a curse
My enemies I know I can handle
But friends now, well, they can be worse

Oh, I’m so sick and tired of keeping it inside
I’m so sick and tired today
I remember the old ones’ hard travelling
They’re with me every step of the way
Thousands smile when I go through my paces
They fall at my dancing feet
They like to slap my back in high places
They want to shake my hand on the street

Oh, I love my beautiful children
They clamber and climb all over me
I close my eyes and I’m dreaming
Of a world where they can just be

I’m so sick and tired of keeping it all inside
I’m so sick and tired today
I remember the old ones’ hard travelling
They’re with me every step of the way
The old ones are walking beside me
Each and every step of the way

 

 

Hardtack, you can post Paul Kelly any time you want. What an amazing wordsmith and storyteller he is. Thank you