this be the land of my childhood . the old land on earth . the place of endless summer and soar sky . this be australia . the outback . a harsh and unforgiving land . i can look back on it now across the track of 80 year and still remember what it be like . stand on the very edge of a new frontier . nature seem much grander then and the star be closer and the sun be hotter and the river wider and in my mind eye i can see all of u and move through this giant landscape like a strange nomadic tribe . we be the drover and the prospector and squatter and and shearer . we be bushman and simple men . the shape of our life hammer out by drought and fire . all except for one . the outback could never forge him . he forge the outback . tonight i want to tell you about the only man who ever tame this land . richard eastwick . from out of nowhere he build an empire and yet like any man who try to write his will across the sky and he pay the price .