This Is Fremantle
The moon rises above the church
The neon light rises about the houses.
Again the rose bush gives the scent.
Again we are here
near the harbour
Again my hand holds yours.
There is something magic in this town
The seaguls fly from the dock
The sea quiet with no sound
This is Fremantle O my sweet girl
It penetrates to the blood like red wine
The smell of the sea
The sound of the ship.
There is something here
It is not from Perth
Not hot
Not from the steaks on the grill.
Again my hands are around you waist.

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