When The Whistle Blows

© Greg Champion
(Warner/Chappel Music Australia)

The leaves are blowing off the trees
and ‘cross the avenue
the turning of the season’s in the air
something’s gonna happen
and I know I have to go
and when the whistle blows, I’ll be there

This is why we come
this is what we know
I’ll be there waiting, when the whistle blows

we holidayed, we went away
we had our summer fun
the cricket fans have been, and cheered, and gone
something else is stirring
did I hear a distant cheer
and when the whistle blows, I’ll be here

Forget about the past
let your feelings go
I’ll be there waiting, when the whistle blows

And there’s a venue near the heart of town
and that’s where I have to go
to be there ready, when the whistle blows