He didn't say her name, he described her with a tear
In 1952 he left that girl and made his way down here
And the ocean raged around him, cleansed his soul and sharpened
his aim
He was coming down to Queensland to cut the Sugarcane
Burning Field
Bow my head and bend my back and I will kneel
I'll give the angels thanks
For bringing me here and guiding my hand in this land
The Land of the Second Chance
In '53 he bought a car with the proceeds of the season
He travelled three States, coast and bush wandering without a
reason
He was driving away her memory, driving himself insane
Then he drove back up to Queensland to cut the Sugarcane
Burning Field
Bow my head and bend my back and I will kneel
I'll give the angels thanks
For bringing me here and guiding my hand in this land
The Land of the Second Chance
Troppo is not tropical it's Italian for crazy in the heat
He got arranged to a Spanish girl but she didn't like his
canecutter's teeth
That season he tripled his workload to prove he was worthy of
her hand
When he got back up to Rockhampton, she'd taken off with a
handsome man
Five or six years on a gambler's drunk, he woke up in Sydney one
morning
A thousand miles south of his last night out so he took it as
the angels warning
That car got him a job fitting aluminium window frames
Floating above the big city, far away from the Sugarcane
Burning Field
Bow my head and bend my back and I will kneel
I'll give the angels thanks
For bringing me here and guiding my hand in this land
The Land of the Second Chance
Forty-five years of married life,
Children and children's children
He can still point to where he fitted the glass
And smiles when you recognise the buildings
Most of his mates have seen the pearly gates but there's a few
that have survived.
They sit here and drink espresso
Like it's Florence - "Firenze, prima della guerra" (Florence,
before the war)
Back in 1935
On a front table at Bill and Toni's he told me his story on
Stanley Street
A little hard to understand that day Mario got brand new teeth
Fifty-three years he's been here and he says he's never looked
back
A fortunate find for a lucky guy
The Land of the Second Chance
Burning Field
Bow my head and bend my back and I will kneel
I'll give the angels thanks
For bringing me here and guiding my hand in this land
The Land of the Second Chance
The Land of the Second Chance
The Land of the Second Chance