Can you find me a mountain to climb?

How can you doubt that I love you?
Didn’t I marry you, eh?
And though I don’t say it too often,
I show it in all sorts of ways.

I’d take you out dining and dancing…
Can you find me a mountain to climb?
An ocean to cross? A boulder to toss?
I’d do them if I had the time.

I’d give you the shirt off me back, love,
I’d give you me last pair of socks;
And last time we went into town, love,
Didn’t I buy you a frock?

I let you go home nice and early,
So you have the time to cook tea;
Remember that sometimes on Sundays
I give you the afternoon free.

I tell you when you’re being bitchy,
I notice when you’re getting fat;
I give you free rein in my tool shed,
I let you wear my favorite hat.

So next time you’re thinkin’ of leaving,
Remember that I think yer great;
And though there are times when yer grumpy…
Fair dinkum, yer still me best mate.

Who else would I trust with the cheque book?
And who else knows just what I like?
And when there are paddocks to muster
Who else but you borrows my bike?

I’ll eat humble pie if I have to,
I’ll say that I’ve been a right jerk,
I’ll tell you I love you; I’ve done it: okay?
Now bloody-well come back to work.