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Welcome to the High Country

July 15, 2020 by

I have always enjoyed listening to songs about places people love and call home – “Country Roads, West Virginia” is a classic example. Recently I wrote an article about the healing power of rain on the drought-ravaged Australian property where I live. In “Welcome to the High Country” my son Donal musically expresses a similar feeling of thankfulness that we can live in such a rugged yet resilient part of God’s creation. The Australian “New England High Country” is our region of New South Wales.

We call this musical genre “Browngrass” (think Australian bluegrass). Our first two releases in this style were recorded by McKernan family members, but this time a young banjo student of mine and some of his classmates and teachers decided to have a go. Donal joined them on harmonica.

I invite you to listen to these enthusiastic youngsters singing in harmony about a place that they love and call home. And as you do, let yourself be transported to your own High Country – wherever that place is!

 

 

Welcome to the High Country

Can you hear the rain thundering 
down on my roof tin,
Making me smile as I lie in?
As I’m listening I thank God for his blessing
Of the rain beating on the roof tin.

Welcome to the high country
Where life’s the way it’s meant to be, 
Dry creek beds are turning into streams.
A lungful of the crisp clean air
Lets you know you’ve made it here
Don’t know where else you’d wanna be
Don’t know where else you’d wanna be.

A kangaroo comes in sight
Standing in the headlights
Looking at me with his glowing eyes
Not another car in sight on a dark road at midnight
Don’t he look a little bit surprised?

Welcome to the high country
Where life’s the way it’s meant to be, 
And a three-piece suit’s a hat, a shirt, and jeans
A dusty, rutted, bumpy track 
Welcomes you, winding back,
Making its way between the trees
Making its way between the trees.

A shearing shed is visible 
On the side of that grassy hill
A hundred years go by but it’s here still.
Looking like a corrugated iron cathedral
Full of rusty shears and wool bales.

Welcome to the high country
Where life’s the way it’s meant to be 
And-the spinifex is blowing in the breeze
Like the figure of a man
A windmill in the distance stands
Looks like it’s beckoning to me
Looks like it’s beckoning to me.

Welcome to the high country
Where life’s the way it’s meant to be, 
Dry creek beds are turning into streams.
A lungful of the crisp clean air
Lets you know you’ve made it here
Don’t know where else you’d wanna be
Don’t know where else you’d wanna be.

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Joe McKernan

Joe McKernan

Joe McKernan lives with his wife Nancy at Danthonia Bruderhof, in New South Wales, Australia.

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