Where The Blackwater Flow

Her hair is as dark as the wings of a crow
The girl from the town where the blackwater flow
And her eyes are as blue as the clear sunny sky
Of a Summer's day in the northern July

And though she often does think of her old home far away
She is in the sunny southern city for the long stay
Some twenty thousand kilometers or more
From where the Blackwater flows to the Atlantic shore

For a young Aussie fellow a lovely devoted young wife
With a two year old daughter the pride and joy of their life
And though to her fond memories she will always cling dear
For the town by the Blackwater she has shed her last tear

In her backyard a magpie is warbling on a gray gum tree
And the magpie lark sings his familiar pee wee
Far south of the home of the silver back crow
Where the mighty Blackwater to the Atlantic flow.