At Tower Hill Cemetery

Trucks, buses and cars passing on the highway But they do not hear any noise where they lay And their eyes that see Nature's beauty closed to light of day In Tower Hill Cemetery under the earth and clay Some of them lived to die old and some died young in years And by friends and by families were farewelled in tears In Koroit and surrounds where from children to adults they had grown Many of them had lived and were well loved and well known With death we all have an appointment to keep But the dead never hear those who for them do weep For many of the living the thoughts consoling good souls have wings to fly To a better World somewhere beyond the sky The praises of the socalled successful the living may sing But a visit to a cemetery can be quite a humbling thing Whether you are wealthy and successful or live in poverty Death is a reality for you and for me In Tower Hill Cemeterya few hectares of ground By the concrete pathways the headstones in numbers abound Where some of the dead of the Moyne Shire do lay Ears deaf to the traffic noise on the Prince's Highway.