Cockatoos call in the morning
Surf crashes on the golden sand
It's 5 hours from the dust and the paddocks
On the edge of the big brown land
He's missing that farm under Sugarloaf Mountain
There's sheep to feed, there's crops to grow
He lies awake and in his mind drives the road to Adelago
Chorus... He's ready to hear the crackle of gravel
He's yearning for that homeward road
He'll cross that bridge to the sandy ridge
Out where the black pine grow
And take that track straight back to Adelago
His sons had never seen the ocean
It's been a struggle just to get away
He stares out to sea but the call of home
Gets stronger every day
Coz he can't help thinking 'bout the dams & silos
He's ready just to pack the car
And at journey's end to stand again at the gates to Waratah
Chorus...