Let’s pay a visit to my great aunty Sal,
The old smoke, blackbirds with a story to tell,
When you’re going, when you’re going.
There’ll be cold platters, bread-and-butter, marmalade,
Afternoon tea, songs jolly and gay,
When you’re going, when you’re going.

You’re gonna meet a little rain and sorrow,
Right down the highway of tomorrow.

I can say I’m only dreaming of traveling
With you by my side.
Down by the endless fields, near the river.
We could stay forever and ever.

So, we’ll sing, we will fly away.
Let’s paint a picture and let our souls explain
Where we’re going, when we’re going.

Who will remain and who will explore?
Beyond the mountains away we’ll soar
When we’re going, when we’re going.

We could use a little sunshine to borrow,
Right down the highway of tomorrow.