She's lost the dearest love she has ever known br And now she has to face the end alone br Her only daughter's ashes gone to sea br But of others she doesn't need their sympathy. br br A bright and lucid woman for her years br For her dead daughter she has shed many tears br She wept when there was no one there to see br And now of hurtful sorrow she feels free. br br She feel glad that she has lived to see another Spring br To hear again the white backed magpie sing br And see the yellow flowers on wattle tree br And hear the grey thrush pipe his melody. br br Her daughter's ashes borne miles away br By the sea currents from Port Phillip bay br And Thelma like old soldier soldier on br And all her childhood friends long dead and gone. br br A braver or wiser woman I've not known br And she is left to face the end alone br Her only daughter's ashes gone to sea br But of others she doesn't seek their sympathy.