Where them rivers run always and the trees are so tall.

Overlooking the harbour of blue Twofold Bay,

Is the mountain the locals call ol' Mount Imlay.

The vikings, the blacks, ol'Captain Cook's sail,

The days men went whalin'with Tom killer whale;

Enemy submarines, Princes Highway,

Some say you've seen all this and more, Mt Imlay.

And I've seen you with snow, and I've climbed you myself,

And I've looked for you from the continental shelf,

And I've reckoned God willin' I'll get back some day,

Some way, ol' Mt Imlay.

Up on the bay's clifftops is fair Eden town,

With a wild reputation she's still living down,

For many've gone there and been led astray

'Neath the watchful attention of ol' Mt Imlay.

In the winter, if quick, y'might catch her, you know,

Taking off to wherever them mountains do go,

When the sky there's the blackest y'might hear someone say,

"Who's gone and pinched out ol' Mt Imlay?"

And I've seen you with snow, and I've climbed you myself,

And I've looked for you from the continental shelf,

And I've reckoned God willin' I'll get back some day,

Some way, ol' Mt Imlay.

- Brett Ralph