For the last time I’ll walk down to the jetty I watch as ships arriving unloading on the quay For the last time I’ll ask for news of Melbourne town And now I’m heading homewards means nothing much to me I never thought that I would be the one so sad for leaving As they’re loading down the houses from the town upon the hill It’s a peculiar respite, it’s a bitter valediction As the morning sun was breaking on the cliffs at Walkerville
From round by Stanford Bridge she came, arrived there with her dad He earned his money at the kiln, though I could never earn his trust But there are venues adequate between Liptrap and Walkerville For a mismatch made in heaven and needs they turn to lust I never thought that I would be the one so sad for leaving As they’re loading down the houses from the town upon the hill It’s a peculiar respite, it’s a bitter valediction As the morning sun was breaking on the cliffs at Walkerville In Walkerville, down by Walkerville In Walkerville, down by Walkerville
We took the limestone for the stately homes of Melbourne We loaded it on boats and took off across the foam But when the mine had finished and the company sent orders And you were bound for Melbourne town but I was heading home Finding pearls up in the north west, diamonds out in Africa Gold up on the Palmer, its all money in the bank And I never thought that I’d be finding love down here in south Gippsland That is where I found it and now I must give thanks I never thought that I would be the one so sad for leaving As they’re loading down the houses from the town upon the hill It’s a peculiar respite, it’s a bitter valediction As the morning sun was breaking on the cliffs at Walkerville Could you feel my heart is shaking on the cliffs at Walkerville Could you blame my soul for quaking on the cliffs at Walkerville At Walkerville, down by Walkerville In Walkerville, down by Walkerville In Walkerville, down by Walkerville