Lyrics
[INTRO]
Oh, chugging along, the wind in my face,
With tales of a town, filled with history and grace. This is a clue what is Mr Elliot’s name.
Let me take you back to where the waters flow,
A journey through the past, where the breezes blow.
[VERSE 1]
In eighteen-fifty-one, the sails unfurled,
Charles Elliot’s name, a beacon in this world.
A sheltered bay, a lifeline derived,
From the waves and the tides, this town would thrive.
[CHORUS]
Port Elliot, where the rivers meet the sea,
From wool to grain, you birthed industry.
Your rocky shores tell of stories and strife,
But you blossomed into a beautiful life.
[VERSE 2]
Australia's first rail, in eighteen-fifty-four,
Linked the Murray with the ocean's roar.
But down through the years, the ships ran aground,
The dreams that they carried were lost, never found.
[CHORUS]
Port Elliot, where the rivers meet the sea,
From wool to grain, you birthed industry.
Your rocky shores tell of stories and strife,
But you blossomed into a beautiful life.
[BRIDGE]
Through storms and trials, you held your head high,
With courage and strength, reaching for the sky.
From surfers to artists, the dreamers arise,
In the heart of your people, the spirit never dies.
[VERSE 3]
Now visitors come, drawn by the tide,
They stroll down the coastline, with hearts open wide.
Fishing boats sway, as the sun starts to set,
Each moment a memory, we’ll never forget.
[CHORUS]
Port Elliot, where the rivers meet the sea,
From wool to grain, you birthed industry.
Your rocky shores tell of stories and strife,
But you blossomed into a beautiful life.
[OUTRO]
So chugging along, with a whistle loud and clear,
I'll carry the stories, for all who draw near.
For what am I, dear traveler, but a heart on these tracks?
A vessel of memories, with no looking back.