The Children on Pennyweight Hill.
I once went a driving down Castlemaine way
And found me a dirt road one bright winter's day
It seemed like a nice drive and I remember it still
An old faded street sign, said.
Pennyweight Hill.
So I stop by the wayside and looked all around
And saw through a gateway a burial ground
A sign told of the Gold Rush and these children, mere babes
Who were lost due to illness and disease of those days.
I thought of the parents their anguish and grief
From their pain and their sorrow, there was no release
Just a saddened old Padre reading a holy verse
And a Black festooned horse and dray, for a funeral hearse.
So I sat amongst them and noticed a chill
And I shrugged my shoulders, called myself a dill
That's when I heard it, a sweet melody.
And the feeling that someone was looking at me.
I swear I could see them, they were all gathered round
They sang and they laughed, t'was a glorious sound.
They thanked me for coming to see them that hour
And all I could give them was a small flannel flower
So if you are searching for gold one fine day
And you happen to be down old Castlemaine way
Please take them some flowers for me if you will
Give them to the Children on Pennyweight Hill.
And Castlemaine people don't leave me forlorn
These are the children of pioneers born
They once were your children yet they are yours still
Take care of the Children on Pennyweight Hill.
COPYRIGHT:R.LANGLANDS. 2017.
And the Web Site,
http://www.whattimeforgot.com/pennyweight-flat-childrens-cemetery.html
I once went a driving down Castlemaine way
And found me a dirt road one bright winter's day
It seemed like a nice drive and I remember it still
An old faded street sign, said.
Pennyweight Hill.
So I stop by the wayside and looked all around
And saw through a gateway a burial ground
A sign told of the Gold Rush and these children, mere babes
Who were lost due to illness and disease of those days.
I thought of the parents their anguish and grief
From their pain and their sorrow, there was no release
Just a saddened old Padre reading a holy verse
And a Black festooned horse and dray, for a funeral hearse.
So I sat amongst them and noticed a chill
And I shrugged my shoulders, called myself a dill
That's when I heard it, a sweet melody.
And the feeling that someone was looking at me.
I swear I could see them, they were all gathered round
They sang and they laughed, t'was a glorious sound.
They thanked me for coming to see them that hour
And all I could give them was a small flannel flower
So if you are searching for gold one fine day
And you happen to be down old Castlemaine way
Please take them some flowers for me if you will
Give them to the Children on Pennyweight Hill.
And Castlemaine people don't leave me forlorn
These are the children of pioneers born
They once were your children yet they are yours still
Take care of the Children on Pennyweight Hill.
COPYRIGHT:R.LANGLANDS. 2017.
And the Web Site,
http://www.whattimeforgot.com/pennyweight-flat-childrens-cemetery.html