There's a pathway near my home that's dark and overgrown
Where the dingoes and the wombats love to hide
Where the good old 49 will take the steep incline
From the paddocks and the homestead far below
And there's gold among the hills in the rocks and in the rills
Waiting for a mountain man to claim
Can you see me flying high in the snowy mountain sky
Now I'm on my way back home again
Many years ago the miners used to know
Where the famous Beechworth gold was to be found
And the old men still will say on an average working day
A bit of your dirt could bring a thousand pounds
And there's gold among the hills in the rocks and in the rills
Waiting for a mountain man to claim
Can you see me flying high in the snowy mountain sky
Now I'm on my way back home again
Now I've got myself a pan, a shovel and a pick at hand
I'm off to where the old seam petered out
With a trusty collie pup and whisky in a cup
Bound to join my mountain mates again
And there's gold among the hills in the rocks and in the rills
Waiting for a mountain man to claim
Can you see me flying high in the snowy mountain sky
Now I'm on my way back home again
Now there ain't no doubt at all I've had myself a ball
Far from all the city smog and grime
Don't you call me on the phone, I'll be home alone
Staking out my welcome nugget mine
And there's gold among the hills in the rocks and in the rills
Waiting for a mountain man to claim
Can you see me flying high in the snowy mountain sky
Now I'm on my way back home again