Blaze of the Outback
The red dirt is parched,
the air is thick
We wait on the ridge,
the watch is on In the heart of the scrub,
the sparks fly quick
Before the morning light is gone
When the ridge line turns to gold and flame We stand our
ground and we call your name
Through the ash and the blinding heat
We never back down,
we never retreat
The siren wails across the plain
No sign of cloud,
no hope of rain But we've got the trucks,
we've got the crew There's a line to hold,
and a job to do
When the ridge line turns to gold and flame We stand our
ground and we call your name
Through the ash and the blinding heat
We never back down,
we never retreat
Stand tall in the dust
We never retreat