Gin's Song for Tilba

                  GIN’S SONG OF TILBA

                                by

                        Virginia Gow

                           21/01/11   

Verse 1

He was born in a barn way down in Tilba

He was raised as a hippy making hay

But he came to the city

To look for someone pretty

And there he decided to stay

Chorus

He sang,

It’s cold in those hills

But I still miss the mountain

Raining all the time, so verdant green

People there were kind of square

With baggy clothes and lanky hair

Those Tilba rainbow lovers were never mean.

Verse 2

He married himself a fancy lady

Had a house, a car, a boat and a mortgagee

He didn’t mind at all

He was having such a ball

Interviewing illegal emigraees 

Chorus

He sang,

It’s cold in those hills

But I still miss the mountain

Raining all the time, so verdant green

People there were kind of square

With baggy clothes and lanky hair

Those Tilba rainbow lovers were never mean.

Verse 3

They buried him in a big, black box in Tilba

Took his body home to be beside the sea

Throughout his tempestuous life,

Wild adventures, some little strife,

He never lost sight of the memories.

Chorus:

He sang,

It’s cold in those hills

But I still miss the mountain

Raining all the time, so verdant green

People there were kind of square

With baggy clothes and lanky hair

Those Tilba rainbow lovers were never mean.