I see my darlin in each spray of summer sunlight.
I see my darlin in the leaves that fall.
I see her walkin in the rainy April sadness

And hear her name in every bluebird call.

I've told the possum in the gum tree,

The raccoon on the ground,
Told everyone but my darlin
Of the happiness I've found.

My heart would cry more than the weeping willow tree
If my darlin and her heart were not for me.


I've told the possum in the gum tree,
The raccoon on the ground,
Told everyone but my darlin

Of the happiness I've found.
My heart would cry more than the weeping willow tree
If my darlin and her heart were not for me.