Under West Preston skies, stars sparkle until,
The sun comes a risen' over Gilbert Road hill.
The sunset on the Merri, grasses dance on the breeze.
Oakover is famous for its paperbark trees.
1. The tram creaks and groans like a tired old man.
Been workin' forever in this workin' class land.
And Bell Street is noisy, with dust in the air.
Cars, trucks, driven' thru us without even a care.
2. There's something much clearer about the sky here we know.
The air is so lovely, like its people below.
The sun shines down gently, kissing smiles on our face.
The warmth in West Preston, more here than any place.