Young John Taylor Songtext
von James Blundell

Peter Taylor master cattleman, his son John on his pony travelling
Kicking up a dust storm on the plains they call their home
With them rides young Morris Yungi, the second son of old Gilungi
Just part of the family like his father was before

And now young John Taylor holds the
answer, he′s colour blind so it don't matter
Treats each man just as he finds
him, the scales of age won′t blind him


Young John does school of the air
and these bush kids they work in pairs
So Morris's son,
they call him Michael shares the books he reads and writes with
They've grown up as thick as thieves
so will things change when John leaves
He′s been taught to trust his mind so time′ll find he won't

And now young John Taylor holds the
answer, he′s colour blind so it don't matter
Treats each man just as he finds
him, the scales of age won′t blind him

And now Michael's land is young John′s country
It just crossed the paths of time and friendship
It just takes time


Now young John Taylor holds the
answer, he's colour blind so it don't matter
Treats each man just as he finds
him, the scales of age won′t blind him
Young John Taylor holds the answer,
he′s colour blind so it don't matter
Treats each man just as he finds
him, the scales of age won′t blind him