作词 : Jack Botts
作曲 : Jack Botts
Well her eyes, a few sips through are open wide.
And that smile, my oh my what a sight.
And her hair, that long, blonde, curly, pretty hair.
Underneath the felt hat, that runs down her back. Up and back

She's the little girl who sits up on the hill in the night.
Talking to the stars asking if she's doing it right.
Because she's all on her own and she's got herself for life.
Her mama left her and her papa's not around and she's just trying to find, her own ground.
Trying to find her own ground. 

When it gets cold.
She snuggles up in the Northern Rivers trying to keep warm, trying to keep out the shivers,
When it gets cold. 
And she says, she showers with Jack Johnson on and Taylor' was her favourite song, because it made her feel like she belonged, oh she belonged. 

She's the little girl who sits up on the hill in the night.
Talking to the stars asking if she's doing it right.
Because she's all on her own and she's got herself for life.
Her mama left her and her papa's not around and she's just trying to find, her own ground.
Trying to find her own ground. 

When it gets cold.
She snuggles up in the Northern Rivers trying to keep warm, trying to keep out the shivers,
When it gets cold. 
And she says, she showers with Jack Johnson on and Taylor' was her favourite song, because it made her feel like she belonged, oh she belonged.