'A Bunch Of Flowers

By high road up towards Belgrave South by gum tree off
road side

A bunch of flowers to mark the spot where male or female
died

A fresh bunch there from time to time over the past few
years

And every time I pass that way I feel for mother's tears.

Was it man or woman who died there a teenage girl or boy?

And I asked one I thought might know a man who lived nearby

A man or woman, girl or boy he did not seem to know
His only recollection was 'twas a few years ago.

Perhaps the driver felt too tired and nodded off to sleep

Or else was driving far too fast, South Belgrave road is
steep

Or else the car ran out of brakes things happen suddenly

And driver always come out worst when car crash into tree.

'A bunch of flowers' to mark the spot where life came to an
end

On road going out of Belgrave South left of a tight steep
bend

Tied to the base of old gum tree her child may well be gone

But flowers tell of a mother's grief her hurt is living on.

Each time I go to Belgrave South a bunch of flowers I see

Tied with a ribbon and tied around the base of old gum tree

And every time i see those flowers i see mother in tears

For her child past all suffering though her's will last for
years.

Francis Dugga'