The Sky of the Southern Cross

The North Star's in the sky tonight the air is still and clear And the music's wafting over me As I lie resting here It's freezing in December the ground is thick with frost And I'm feeling kind of homesick for the sky of the southern cross. It's a true enough cliche that home is Where you hang your heart And it seems to shine the brighter While your miles and time apart Your accent starts to thicken and you're feeling kind of lost And you get all sentimental for the Sky of t he southern cross. Some will tell you other country lies in stemming migrant tides Or so strong defence against some foreign foe Or that cricket teams or sailing ships are course for national pride But it's never one of these that stirs my soul. There are pictures in my mind the hills are blue and purple haze And the city skylines gaunt against the dawn of the winter days And the blazing golden sunsets that leave me at a loss And the diamond-studded sky is the home of the southern cross But the North Star's in the sky tonight the air is still and clear And the music's wafting over me As I lie resting here It's freezing in December and the ground is thick with frost And I feel a kind of yearning for the sky of the southern cross I feel a kind of yearning for the sky of the southern cross