She came from the outback, where nature and botany grows. Koalas and kangas, hopping on their toes. Horses and riding, are the things that she knows. She is my sweet lady, My Wild Australian Rose.
The love I feel in my heart, is real and it grows. Hour by hour and day by day it never, ever, slows. I want her for my very own, my love for her it flows, straight into the heart of her, My Wild Australian Rose.
The things that she can do to me, No one ever knows. Her love, her life, it is so rare, why is it me she chose? To spend her life together with, a Yank who's life he owes, Fair dinkum, it is her I love, My Wild Australian Rose.
I really am so fortunate, to find my Ozzie Rose, I'm careful , tender, loving too, she thrives on love from those, Things I do to give to her my love and how it shows, the garden's big, but there's just one Wild Australian Rose.
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