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PLAINLAND CUE ELL DEE

Sitting in the middle of the Warrego, Highway heading west,
Just out of Brissie by an hour or so, peace upon request.
Vegie fields and grainland, far as the eye can see,
You’ve arrived in Plainland, Plainland Cue Ell Dee.

Sitting in the middle of the Warrego, Lockyer Valley’s wide,
West of the City it’s the way to go, see the countryside.
Sheep and cattle grazing in pure serenity,
Quietly amazing, it’s Plainland Cue Ell Dee.

CHORUS:
And this is Plainland, Plainland, never-go-insane land,
Stresses-on-the-wane-land, a pleasant place to be,
And this is Plainland, Plainland, never-leave-again land,
Worries-down-the-drain land, and it’s home to me.

Sitting on a chair and watching clouds go by, feet up on a rail,
Rolling on forever in their crowded sky, through the blue they sail.
As I sit and wonder, a thought occurs to me:
Do I mean to Plainland what Plainland means to me.

REPEAT CHORUS

PLAINLAND

There’s a strange shining light preceding the night
As the sun sinks beyond the Divide,
And the cattle and sheep settle down to their sleep
As the dark drapes the whole mountainside.

Then the valley awakes when the morning sun shakes
The sleep from its slumbering eyes,
And the burgeoning day greets the crops as they sway
To a friendly breeze nature supplies.

CHORUS:
And Plainland’s always calling, where the Lockyer Valley’s wide,
Where the Wedgetails at play skim the hills ev’ry day
And the land takes it all in its stride.
There are so many places I’ve travelled and been
And many more that I could see,
But the Warrego track keeps taking me back
Where Plainland is waiting for me.

There the seasons roll by in the blink of an eye
‘Til the winter winds sing in the wires,
But nature soon brings return of the Spring
With songs from its avian choirs.

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© A. E. Raymer 16 Sept 2010