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