Ballad of BurraBeeDee

Beneath the summits high where Warrumbungles soar, ancient stones reach up to skies they've touched before.

Where BurraBeeDee lies beneath the open blue, the dawn brings misty dew and sunlight shining through.

A clearing rests alone on the sweeping plain, where timeless gums whisper songs amid the rain.

A secret refuge found where soaring birds return, and shadows weave and dance where forest spirits churn.

Forky Mountain rises, holding stories in its hand,

Ancestors and Mary Jane Cain watch gently over the land.

When darkness falls upon the sandy floor,

The stars recall the tales of those who came before.

Ancestors watch over BurraBeeDee's grand land, and Mary Jane Cain's spirit guides with a steady hand.