By the banks of the never-ending Basey River,
My girl sat quiet when i left her,
Believing that someday, I’ll be back home,
And by the riverside, she’ll never be alone.

Far far across the deep blue water,
Halfway to the gold satin sky,
Over green hills and purple mountains,
Down the red dirt road, going too far.

I may fly high on a plane,
Board the ferry, ride the train,
I can be anywhere my feet take me,
But I’ll be home to my dearest Daphne.

And if I ever lose my way,
I’ll sail home, another day.
The old Basey River is never-ending,
But my side of the river ends where Daphne is waiting.