Where The River Murray Flows : Love Poetry

I thought I saw a Possum in the Valley down below .
As I was sitting with my sweetheart in the twilight glow .
Both of us so much in love were doting as lovers do,
sitting by the river as we heard a didgereedoo .
Where the River Murray flows in a valley way out west ,
surrounded by the beauty of a girl I love the best .
I held my darling close to me ,
her eyes they seemed to smile ,
we kissed under the moonlight there ,
it was in a wild style .
Growing up in the country we're protected I suppose ,
far away from city streets ,
where the river Murray flows .

By Paul McCann