Millers Bay

Take me out west where the red rivers flow

Tucked away in the shade where the old timber grows

There was a time when the hillside shown with greenwood

We'd chop all day, but we'd never ask for forgiveness

Let the river swell up in the pouring rain

Float the logs down the river into Millers Bay

It's a shame to think of what it will become

With a heavy chunk of metal sharpened in the sun

Into the handle of an axe and back up that way

Too many days unpaid, no copper or gold

It reeks of pine and cigarettes and memories of old

But the good Lord took pity on our mountainside

He gave us two good loads and a way back home before we ran out of time

Let the river swell up in the pouring rain

Float the logs down the river into Millers Bay

It's a shame to think of what it will become

With a heavy chunk of metal sharpened in the sun

Into the handle of an axe and back up that way

Yeah, yeah

So we pulled up to the miller's shed, he stood and he stared

At the piles of wood, the golden fleece in which we would share

But the young man cuts his teeth on the hardwood for dough

But we both know that you can't replace the things you can't grow

Let the river swell up in the pouring rain

Float the logs down the river into Millers Bay

It's a shame to think of what it will become

With a heavy chunk of metal sharpened in the sun

Into the handle of an axe and back up that way

Let the river swell up in the pouring rain

Float the logs down the river into Millers Bay

It's a shame to think of what it will become

With a heavy chunk of metal sharpened in the sun

Into the handle of an axe and back up that way