with the blue coolabah and the red sunset
and the green mitchell grass i'll stay
right before my eyes
i see the barwon river rise
and it washes all my worrying away
it's a good night for a campfire tonight
with a clear sky and a half-moon i might
grab a yabbie-tin
throw a line in
and con a cod fish to bite
it's all quiet in walgett tonight
the publican has turned out the light
just a little frog on a river log
looking for a fight
but most of all
hold me tonight
with the milky way and the southern cross i might
drink a little beer
whisper in your ear
i'm yours all right