dont like gold and I dont like pearls Im just your regular West Australian fishermans daughter Im a middle class folk singing guitar playing girl more Waifs
We were both 18 the year that we met I was slighty older but not by much One look at you and I knew that was it And your voice sounded like an angel above
well my papa was a fisher man and he fished the deep blue sea he home made some fine black berry nip and he'd always pass a nip onto me well he smelled
When I die won't you bury me In the town where I was born Most of my life I've been rambiling free When I die I want to come back home Ever since I
A telegram arrived today, it is time to catch the Monteray, cos' the man i wed' he waits for me, and the daughter that he's yet to see, the U.S navy beamed
Under the willow tree, that's where I wait for you to come back to me, but you're so far away. I just sit by here in the morning sun, and I wait under
There are secrets in the soul of me Things I keep inside Places you will never see Hidden under lock and key Flesh and blood and skin and bone You're
Walking down the Main Street of the town where I was born Looking at these things i've seen so many times before Take a deep breath, smile, kick a stone
A telegram arrived today, Well its time to catch the Monterey 'Cause the man I wed, he waits for me And a daughter that he's yet to see US Navy beamed
Highway 1, 12 hour drive I got a place I do call mine I got me a space where I can breathe I got my garden I got my trees And if you're ever out
