Grey Nomads Heading North

Grey Nomads Heading North

From the cities in the south they come
And loaded to the gills everyone
Some cars and vans are new and flash
Most the others not
For grey nomads have to conserve their cash
Income they have not

But traveling on their savings and their super too
I've never met a nomad who couldn't make do
He'll cast a line to catch a fish
She'll bake a cake camp oven style
They'll pick a spot to unhitch and stay a while
Then it's, let's pack this lot and make a mile

The weather's gettin' warmer and road is gettin' long
And as caravans fill northern parks a poet sings his song
For there's nothin' much more bushy
Than a thousand stars at night
Seen through the smoke from a barbeque
It makes old bones feel right

So every winter from now on they'll join the endless line
Of nomads heading north to leave us all behind
The caravan will keep them safe
And big stories will be told
For nomads were stronger, faster, fitter back then
Before they started being old