While swaying on the children's swing
In Wangi Wangi park
I suddenly began to sing
And then began to laugh
The memories of my childhood days
Were coming back to me
Our swing, the freedom of our play
And how I climbed the trees
The frogs I floated down the creek
The cubby house I made
With vines and leaves, then in I'd sneak
Alone, right in the shade
I'd trap the rabbits night and day
The hills I'd walk afar
I had to find a kind of way
To buy my first guitar
I pegged the skins on wires around
And left them out to dry
My father took them into town
Each week would really fly
We also had to milk the cows
The separating too
And then we'd feed the calves and sows
We had so much to do
It didn't seem a lot to me
Was part of every day
My life just seemed to be so free
With work and all my play
Milk food and fruit we had so much
My clothes were pretty too
We didn't know when times were tough
Those things we never knew
I wondered why mum sewed at night
And dad packed fruit for town
I really thought they liked the quiet
When we were not around
To go to school that too was fun
Our school bag on our back
Sometimes we had to really run
Was four miles down the track
Along the way we'd meet our friends
They came from hills around
Our fun just didn't seem to end
We didn't need the town
Then came the time for us to leave
The hills of Martins Creek
There wasn't any need to grieve
Our family still complete
