Where The Great Thompson Flow

Her shoulder length hair is as dark as the wing of a crow
And her eyes are as blue as a blue ripened sloe
The beautiful young woman the young men wish to know
She hails from the land where the great Thompson flow

Through the old brown countryside down to the sea
Where the grey shrike thrush whistles on the blackwood tree
Through a land that is honoured in story and rhyme
That was very old even in the dreamtime.

Her beautiful smile is a thing of delight
And about her there is something that's sunny and bright
So down to earth in her own natural way
For herself she makes a new friend every day.

Her beautiful smile in your memory remain
You meet her once you wish to meet her again
With a genuine warmth in her cheerful hello
The one from the brown land where the great Thompson flow.