She'll Return To Wonthaggi To stay

The wanderlust was in her soul the far off hills were green
She has been in London, Paris, Rome and New York she has seen
She miss the hills of Archies Creek in Summer they look brown
And she'll return for to stay in old Wonthaggi Town.

On Baxter's track she often walked her parents labradors black Joe and golden Sue
And through the knee high bracken they often chased the wild grey roo
In her parents back yard old Joe and old Sue at rest by the ageing apple tree
When she returns to Wonthaggi them she never more will see.

In her late twenties it would seem at the twilight of her prime
She'll return to Wonthaggi for to stay in September in Spring time
When the hills of Archies Creek are green and the lark carols in the sunny sky
And above the paddocks all day long the swallows chirp and fly.

She has fallen in and out of love and she has travelled far and wide
And next Spring she will return to her Home-town in the coastal Countryside
To Wonthaggi in Gippsland where she first saw light of day
She has seen the bigger World out there and she is going home to stay.