| Song | Lament of the Chiming Wedgebill |
| Artist | The Lucksmiths |
| Album | First Frost |
| When the wind’s from the north, love | |
| I can hear the railway line | |
| That low, lonesome whistle | |
| Comes floating through the night | |
| And I dream of departure | |
| Of a suitcase by the door | |
| And I wake in the morning | |
| As weary as before I fell asleep | |
| When the wind’s from the west, love | |
| I can smell the distant sea | |
| And ten thousand teardrops | |
| Come flooding back to me | |
| I’d almost forgotten | |
| How we spoke of setting sail | |
| That evening gin-sodden | |
| The moon a fingernail scratched in the sky | |
| For we’d seen the sorrow summer brings | |
| Where the chiming wedgebill sings | |
| “Oh why did you get drunk? | |
| Why did you get drunk?” | |
| But when the wind’s from the south, love | |
| You’re only half an hour from here | |
| I hardly need pedal | |
| And that hill just disappears | |
| The silos stands silent | |
| Down that endless railway line | |
| The district’s deserted | |
| The sunset might be mine | |
| And yours, of course | |
| But I’ve seen the sorrow summer brings | |
| Where the chiming wedgebill sings | |
| “Oh why did you get drunk? | |
| Why did you get drunk? | |
| Why did you get drunk? | |
| Oh why did you get drunk?” |
| When the wind' s from the north, love | |
| I can hear the railway line | |
| That low, lonesome whistle | |
| Comes floating through the night | |
| And I dream of departure | |
| Of a suitcase by the door | |
| And I wake in the morning | |
| As weary as before I fell asleep | |
| When the wind' s from the west, love | |
| I can smell the distant sea | |
| And ten thousand teardrops | |
| Come flooding back to me | |
| I' d almost forgotten | |
| How we spoke of setting sail | |
| That evening ginsodden | |
| The moon a fingernail scratched in the sky | |
| For we' d seen the sorrow summer brings | |
| Where the chiming wedgebill sings | |
| " Oh why did you get drunk? | |
| Why did you get drunk?" | |
| But when the wind' s from the south, love | |
| You' re only half an hour from here | |
| I hardly need pedal | |
| And that hill just disappears | |
| The silos stands silent | |
| Down that endless railway line | |
| The district' s deserted | |
| The sunset might be mine | |
| And yours, of course | |
| But I' ve seen the sorrow summer brings | |
| Where the chiming wedgebill sings | |
| " Oh why did you get drunk? | |
| Why did you get drunk? | |
| Why did you get drunk? | |
| Oh why did you get drunk?" |