I can feel the pride
inside of me,
for where I live
that's where my heart is.

Kick the sand beneath my feet
or watch the sun
set over the western hills.

She may not be the haunt
of celebrities,
or feature often on TV.
Her pleasures are guarded jealously
by those who share
this paradise with me.

Because I
love to be among the trees
in Warriewood,
where life's so good.

And feel the breeze,
cool from the sea
in Warriewood
that's the place I love.

Love to be there.
How I love to live in Warriewood.
How I'd love to be in
Warriewood now.

Where I go I'll hold onto
sweet thoughts of sun
and surf and you.
And when I close my eyes to dream

I'll dream of how it feels
to be back home.
Where my mood is
overcome with serenity.

Peace and quiet
are all I ask for.
I'm not one to vainly boast,
but it's the best place
on the coast by far.

That's why I
love to be among the trees
in Warriewood, where life's so good.
And feel the breeze, cool from the sea
in Warriewood,
that's the place I love.

Love to be there.

How I love to live in Warriewood.
How I'd love to be in Warriewood now.
In Warriewood.