Northern Rivers

She was born by northern rivers
Where the land breathes fire and flood
She can tell the coming weather
In her bones, her body and her blood
I was born here on the southern bay
Concerning myself, I don't have much to say

Well she grew up on northern rivers
Coloured birds sang her out of bed each day
She made friends with wild creatures
They were her dreaming, her study and her play
She's kind of wild too, hard to keep in view
The more I know her, the less I do

She came down from northern rivers
Made her home here on the southern bay
The winter wind here make her shiver
But she discovers new wonders every day
She's got some wonder, I'm telling you
The more I know her, the less I do

Now the birds here have had their season
They are fed up and getting ready to fly
She will always have her reason
To take her leave in the good old by and by
Whatever she does, to herself she's true
The more I know her, the less I do

I was born here on the southern bay
There ain't much more now, that I need to say