Neath the trees out there,
Neath the trees out there,
Out there, ooo
In the early days,
In the search for gold,
When the fever seized,
Men's very souls, in an endless stream
From everywhere,
they searched for gold out there
And now they sleep, they're endlessly
And the whispering bulls,
their secrets keep
Where no one knows and no one sees
Their bleaching bows
lie beneath the trees
One reckless youth and a minor old
They found a vein so rich in gold
But the young one skimmed
and wouldn't share
He left the old man out there
And now they sleep, they're in the sleep
And the whispering bulls,
their secrets keep
When no one knows and no one sees
Their bleaching bolts
lie underneath the trees
Now the youth cleared out
from the one heat slain
Through the blazing heat to stake his claim
But the drought was long
and the creeks were bare
And the gold they found is still out there
And now they sleep there endlessly
And the whispering boons
their secrets keep
Where no one knows and no one sees
Their bleaching bones
lie beneath the trees
Beneath the trees, out there
Beneath the trees, out there
Out there, out there
Out there, out there