Pearl Bay Mission – A Lonely Place

The twisted green vines were hanging low

all kinds of vegies and fruit would grow

When the children sat under the tall palm trees

They could feel the lovely, sea breeze

But, it was not home

All the children had so many memories

Now at Pearl Bay they’ll be there for centuries

The children would dive for the beautiful trochus shells

But in the distance you could hear the ringing bells

Still, it was not home

It used to be fun sitting by the fire

Now the white men came …and their liars

The white men said taking them would be better

But no, the kids can’t even send a letter

No, it was not home

Dry Borough Station

Hot, dusty as hard as bone

But the birds had a lovely tone

Dry borough station is hot, orange and red

when the white man came, “I am taking you” he said

But, it was home

The white man was aiming for a shot

Inside the shed was John in his cot

At the camp site you could see the dogs

Laying by the fire logs

Still, it was home

The children ran and felt so free

They would never feel the need to flee

Always slept on his mothers’ arm

He is safe from all the harm

Yes, it was home