| Should ever I go back to Camooweal
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| 'Twould be in the spring when desert flowers bloom
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| Oh, the spinifex I know would still be there
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| And the desert pea would brighten up the gloom
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| Should ever I go back to Camooweal
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| One thing is sure I’d not be twenty-two
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| As if that day when I first wandered there
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| But mem’ries stay with me as mem’ries do
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| How fresh her mem’ry keeps for still I feel
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| The velvet softness of her auburn hair
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| And see again the moonbeams in her eyes
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| As I did so long ago when I was there
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| Youth called to youth in that now distant day
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| I did not heed, my heart did not reveal,
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| And now I know that love was born and lost
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| In that little border town of Camooweal
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| Oh, the long road beckoned on, my feet said go
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| To search beyond the hills for what I find
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| Although I’ve wandered far this sunburnt land
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| I’ve never found what I have left behind
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| Oh the burning fire of that other spring
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| Is now but ashes and the hurt won’t heal
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| Time heals all wounds they say, but leaves the scar
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| So I think I’ll not go back to Camooweal
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| Time heals all wounds they say, but leaves the scar
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| So I think I’ll not go back to Camooweal
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| No I think I’ll not go back to Camooweal |