Black Bush Lyrics

Do you wander why they crowded mind sleeps on the balery
Do you wander how they would pack up makes a hun in the tree
Do you hear the sound, the huk toller makes
From the flotest land, I chock being float and sure be tode
From the tode tree, the end of free bicho wide
Uuh the flowers in the garden
Uuh the chuers in the sea
What a joy the baby now crasting
From the black bush, from the black bush
Do you wander how the chep mug mugs
From the storm to storm
Do you wander how the buzy green been hurt in my '
Have you heard 'all the west and crip
My deep racking from the come and go
And the melt so sweet
Uuh the flowers in the garden
Uuh the chuers in the sea
What a joy the baby now crasting
From the black bush
Uuh the flowers in the garden
Uuh the chuers in the sea
What a joy the baby now crasting
From the black bush, from the black bush