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