She was the great great grand daughter To Clancy Of The Overflow He a good friend from way back then Of the bush poet named banjo We went out drinking dark ale She said " You know I'm a poet too" But all I could murmur back to her was I could die looking at you I could die looking at you On this road you put your trust in strangers And take wrong turns With too much time to think And far too many drinks But I like the way this whiskey burns Then like a bird you swooped down You edged closer then off you flew It was lucky you didn't stay there with me For I almost died looking at you I could die looking at you This three-day love affair was over Now it all felt like a dream Those sweet drunken mornings we be Down in the villes' dirty CBD Will I ever drove the northern plains And the ghost of Clancy riding through Cause for now I'm flying south back home Just thinking, that I almost died looking at you I could die looking at you Of the overflow Just like Banjo I'm stuck back in the city Where people don't have time to grow Was it morocco or Spain where we said we'd run away To leave our woes and start something new Or maybe when we're old We'll meet again Oh yeah we'll meet again And then I can die looking at you I could die looking at you I could die looking at you I could die Just looking at you