They hitched up that old Caravan in 1969 They drove a big black Zephyr They were young and they were free Pointed southwards with a tailwind Just a young bloke, and his new bride Of that faded paint and ply Oh those miles that rolled on by So hold her like you used to When the journey first began Side by side in that old caravan The day they got a flat tyre Annie was a twinkle in her mother's eye And those little interrupptions A romantic roadside rendezvous They still flick through those old photos Of their little growing clan It was freedom on the wallaby And he still holds her like he used to When the journey first began Side by side in that old caravan