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 And 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