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[Verse 1]
Gentle flowing rivers fill my dreams at night
[?] flying is a beautiful sight
Once the crossing opens, you see the flooded plains
You watch the [?] dancing at the finish of the rains
[Verse 2]
I talk to old man Jacob, his story is still strong
Since he was a boy, this land has had a song
He sang it to his children, and they sang it to their own
The sweet Gunbalanya will always be their home
[Chorus]
Gunbalanya, Gunbalanya, way off the beating track
Your mystery and beauty will always bring me back
To the place of saratoga , red lilly to the sea
Words could never say what Gunbalanya means to me
[Verse 3]
I took my young boy fishing last year in the dry
He came back to Brisbane with a twinkle in his eye
He talked about the country and how it seems so old
I think Gunbalanya got way down in his soul
[Outro Chorus]
Gunbalanya, Gunbalanya, way off the beating track
Your mystery and beauty will always bring me back
To the place of saratoga , red lilly to the sea
Words could never say what Gunbalanya means to me
Words could never say what Gunbalanya means to me