Harvest in November

Rose coloured December

It's warmer when I remember

Driving Riverina

We're strict on table manners

Meal times really matter

For years, we've told each other

The land goes to your brother

What are we other than the stories we tell ourselves?

They're passed down, generations

Quietly shaping everyone else

I never once asked you if you thought that you could cope

'Cause love lies in the possibility of hope

We reward those who work hard

Try our best from the start

Oh, nothing good comes easy

But do you believe that in your heart?

'Cause what are we other than the stories we tell ourselves?

They're passed down, generations

Quietly shaping everyone else

I never once asked you if you thought that you could cope

'Cause love lies in the possibility of hope

Yes, I never once asked you

if you thought that you could cope

'Cause love lies in the possibility of hope