Cemetery Kids

We were just,

Cemetery kids,

Grew up on the farm,

Like our cousins did

We were just,

Ordinary kids,

Grew up working hard,

Like our parents did

We had the quietest neighbours in town,

That was the running joke, that used to get around,

We had a Beagle, he attended all the funerals,

He’d howl his commiserations and offer his sympathy

We were just,

Cemetery kids,

Grew up on the farm,

Like our cousins did

We were just,

Ordinary kids,

Grew up working hard,

Like our parents did

We’d dress for school, in white, grey and green,

Those days at Bega West, sure were serene,

And when we’d get home, we’d ride across the way,

To see our Nanna June, see what she had to say

We were just,

Cemetery kids,

Grew up on the farm,

Like our cousins did

We were just,

Ordinary kids,

Grew up working hard,

Like our parents did

We had all we needed,

Right there,

The sun on our faces

The wind in our hair,

We had so much freedom,

Right there, right there

Years later,

Resting side by side,

Our grandparents overlooking,

The farm from the hillside

And when the time comes,

We’ll go back to join them,

But not before we’ve lived,

The life that they gave to us

We were just,

Cemetery kids,

Grew up on the farm,

Like our cousins did

We were just,

Ordinary kids,

Grew up working hard,

Like our parents did