Lyrics
Mmm mmm Ohh Michael Still chasing summer
Born in England on the seventh of July Nineteen forty-six with a traveller's eye Twenty years old when he crossed the foam Found Australia then made half the world his home
He's taken love through a few winding doors Raised up children watched grandchildren grow Some men settle where the seasons fall Michael keeps one suitcase ready to go
Here's to Michael eighty years alive Still got that sparkle still got that drive From England's rain to Mallacoota light He's been chasing summer all his life
Pour the wine let the old songs play Oysters on ice at the end of the day If the lake could talk it would raise a glass too And say Michael this one's for you
Summer in Mallacoota deck above the lake Blue cheese oysters steak on the flame Frank's got a bottle Colin's by the grill And Michael holds court when the evening goes still
Talk turns deep when the glasses shine God and stars and the shape of time One more question one more story told The night gets younger as the moon turns gold
He's slowed down maybe but not by much Still got the passport still got the touch Northern summers call him by name Cambodia tonight but the song's the same
Here's to Michael eighty years alive Still got that sparkle still got that drive From England's rain to Mallacoota light He's been chasing summer all his life
Pour the wine let the old songs play Oysters on ice at the end of the day If the lake could talk it would raise a glass too And say Michael this one's for you
Ooh still chasing summer Mmm under every sky
Some count years by candles burned Some by roads and lessons learned Some by names in a family tree Some by ports across the sea
But a life well lived has a certain sound Laughter rising when friends sit down A cork in flight a glass of red And a hundred good stories still unsaid
So tonight from the lake to Cambodia's air We send this song across the everywhere For the meals the miles the wit the grace For every season and every place
Let the young ones listen let the old mates grin Let the next good chapter come rolling in Eighty years but don't close the book Michael's still got another road to look
Here's to Michael eighty years alive Still got that sparkle still got that drive From England's rain to Mallacoota light He's been chasing summer all his life
Pour the wine let the old songs play Oysters on ice at the end of the day If the lake could talk it would raise a glass too And say Michael this one's for you
Happy birthday Michael Eighty years young And still not quite ready to sit still
Mmm mmm Still chasing summer
Pour another glass The night's not done