Id like to spin a tale of olden days
About a place in New South Wales
Grassy Ridges Forest Gums

Down by the old slip rails

Thats where wed sing and dream by a mountain stream

Golden memories now it brings
When we were young on the old home run
Ridin through the valley in spring


Hey riding high was @#$%i-di
Where the old time music rings

And the dingos wail on the homeward trail
Ridin through the valley in spring


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Weve got that travellin craze and plan for days

And left the land where the cattle graze
You cant toss a rope down in the big smoke
Or live the stockmans way


Thats wheres theres crowds and cars and theres gamblin bars
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But Id rather be where I know Im free
Ridin through the valley in spring


Hey riding high was @#$%i-di
Thats where the old time music rings
And the dingos wail on the homeward trail

Ridin through the valley in spring

Hey theres a brand new moon will be risin soon

Across the ridge where the wattles bloom
White face cattle grazing there
All nature seems in tune


An now it seems to me its just a memory
In this old time song we sing

And the homestead fades in the mountain shade
Ridin through the valley in spring
Yes ridin through the valley in spring