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They walk up the mountains
With flowers in their arms;
Clad in green raiment
With leaves broader than palms
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The flowers are purple
And their tips are all red,
Where lie unborn babies
Safe in their bed.
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Green little toddlers
When they are first born,
They grow yellow and golden,
More golden than corn.
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Behind them the mountains,
Keep them safe from the wind,
From the frost and the lightning
That the winter doth bring.
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Their feet are all battered,
By the rocks as they climb
And some that are shattered
Need a prop to survive.
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They overlook the ocean,
Bright masses of green,
Where the fishing boats gilded
By the sun can be seen.
~ 7 ~
From the solitude island,
Where the lighthouse still stands,
You can see the green mountains
Guarding the sands.
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Below the plantations,
The golden beaches surround
The Harbour foundations
Where the surf waves do pound.
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Where the Womboyneralah people
Still wander today
Among the sand dunes of history,
Where the children now play.
~ 10 ~
The city is growing,
Still unspoiled by time,
With the sea breezes blowing
Like invisible rhyme
~ 11 ~
What more could one ask for
Than this serenity and peace,
This ocean and harbour,
This paradise we lease.
~ 12 ~
It is heaven on Earth,
This place where we live,
This place of great worth
That only freedom can give
~ 13 ~
As I stand on my mountain
And gaze out over the sea,
I am aware of the love
That is living in me.
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And I truly am thankful
That I live in this place,
Where the stools climb the mountains
With perpetual grace.
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