Down the way where the nights are gay
And the sun shines daily on the mountain top
I took a trip on a sailing ship
And when I reached Australia I made a stop
Chorus
But I’m sad to say I’m on my way …. Won’t be back for many a day
My heart is down my head is turning around
Leaving family and friends in Woodend town
Verse Two
Down the market you can hear
Ladies cry out while on their heads they bear
‘Akey’ rice, salt fish are nice
And the rum is fine any time of year
Chorus
But I’m sad to say I’m on my way …. Won’t be back for many a day
My heart is down my head is turning around
Leaving family and friends in Woodend town
Verse Three
Sounds of laughter everywhere
And the dancing girls sway to and fro
I must declare my heart is there
Though I came to Woodend from Colombo
ALSO SEE
Srilal Fernando: “Test Cricket of a Different Kind,” 7 October 2017, https://cricketique.wordpress.com/2017/10/07/test-cricket-of-a-different-kind-1-november-1948/
