He's staring down the barrel Of another desperate day Pulls on his boots He can't walk away He's running on empty He's knocked about and bent But he'll still be standing When the river runs again Is the spirit in the rock Or pass the hat around? Is it Freedom On The Wallaby Or a dusty patch of ground? Is it Waltzing Matilda Or a hand upon your shoulder? Is this the spirit of the bush? She stares at empty cupboards Just like the day before It's been so long She can't take it anymore But she digs a little deeper And somehow finds the strength She keeps believing There'll be better days ahead Is the spirit in the rock Or pass the hat around? Is it Freedom On The Wallaby Or a dusty patch of ground? Is it Waltzing Matilda Or a hand upon your shoulder? Is this the spirit of the bush? ♪ Was it there when young Ned Kelly Stood up for those oppressed? Or when the brave young ANZACS Put their courage to the test? Or is it out there with the battler When he gives it one last try? Through the darkest moments You see the spirit shine Is the spirit in the rock Or pass the hat around? Is it Freedom On The Wallaby Or a dusty patch of ground? Is it Waltzing Matilda Or a hand upon your shoulder? Is this the spirit of the bush? (hey, yeah-yeah) Is the spirit in the rock Or pass the hat around? Is it Freedom On The Wallaby Or a dusty patch of ground? Is it Waltzing Matilda Or a hand upon your shoulder? Is this the spirit of the bush?