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The church bells sang
while fortune rang
each calling out in rhyme
and the future was a mystery
unfolding in its time

In a town along the old grade road
when the August winds blew warm
we were young and we were daring
and we never feared the storm

Clear waters washed our sins away
laughter filled the sunny days
The forest was so green and so alive
But the future it came callin'
and it was time to say goodbye

Across the many miles
through the lies that I've been fed
the many lives that I have led
its still locked inside my head
that rich sweet scent of home
the place that I come from
with dusty dingo boots
that walked along
the old grade road

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