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Sara Storer Beautiful Circle

Have you seen the old stockman, at the functions and balls He drinks while they serve him and he sleeps where he falls He'll be crook Sunday, but he'

At the pub on Monday night I know I shouldn't but it just seems right Just need a place to be alone Can't believe a year has gone I'll have myself a

Sheila sat on an old Drovers trail Waiting for her Dad to return Her brown little toes digging up the dirt In a flour bag dress her Mum had sown And

As you drive away, I watched the tail lights disappear This old home is not the same without you here I've fallen for a truck driving man And I'm getting

Weekends when I go out walking Friends stop and they say hello They ask me how things are going I put on a show, a very good show I tell them that I'

I'm named after my grandmother I'm blessed with music and her with poetry And she told me this story And with my music I'd like to sing you, her sweet

Mum and Dad are home Sitting round the table Dad's got his face buried in his hands Never seen Dad cry Didn't think that he was able Gravel on the drive

Mum and Dad are home Sitting round the table Dad's got his face buried in his hands Never seen Dad cry Didn't think that he was able Gravel on the drive