We've driven hard the beaten track
where once bushrangers plied their trade,
fossicked in frosty steams where
fortunes once where made.
We straddled high the mighty Alps,
among the ghosting gums
crossed rivers and their valleys
along the bushman's run.
We've read the Banjo's epic! Account of Riley's ride
Clancy of the overflow riding by his side
In the footsteps of the legends, Corryong: Beechworth: Bright
We've retold Kelly's story by campfires late at night
From Gunning to Billy Grace: Yarangabilly to Humanji Bridge
We drove hard the valleys, the mountains and the ridge
Seeking natures gems, her vistas, her sound.
Waterfalls, clear blue lakes above and under ground
Our journey may have ended, but memories remain
They serve to remind us we must drive this way again.
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