PLEASE !  NO  QUARRIES

Kangaroos  no  longer  cross  the  road  up  here

                at night,

        There  never  were  so  many - now  thet’ve gone.

Tractors,   men,   machinery - the  wild  ones  soon

                take  flight

        And  move  to  quieter  places  further  on.

Dust  hangs  on  the  hill  sides,   a  constant,   gritty

                haze.

        Trucks  turn  into  the  road  below  the  bend.

A  tragedy  will  happen  on  the  crest  one  of

                these  days

        I  pray  it's  not  my  family,    or  a  friend.

Our  home  is  here  on  Boundary  road,   a  way  of

                life  we  cherish.

        A  peaceful  spot,   good  neighbours,   friends,

                few  worries.

Please  don't  let  this  lovely  place  be  torn  and

                scarred,   to  perish.

        Everton  Upper  people  want  no  quarries.