Merri, your water flows into the quarry 
Where bluestone once lay below
But now the gutters are paved with your heart
And the hole is filled with clay 
And fallen homes
Evening, when we ride into the valley
Cool air and tannin sighs
Allocasuarinas whisper the same song
As the water follows home
And so do I
Down past the convent
And under river
And through the headland
And out to sea
Allocasuarinas whisper the same song
I will always follow you