Blue bush and salt bush and grey sheep eating
Over the vast flat plain of South Australia.
Dry land, dust dry, going to the curve of earth
But filling heart with a wild free yearning.

The earth is flat, it has to be just a plate
Spinning in the winds of space, cold and lonely
Sometime maybe we will spin off the rim
When I see the curve of sphere, can earth be flat?

South Australia, Oh South Australia, dry land and desert,
Rich beneath the dry crust with every mineral known
Not just the fifth great river of gold of yore
But silver, iron, lead, zinc, uranium platinum, titanium.

Adelaide, city of churches and free settlers all
No exciting convict past for the Queen of the South
Edward Gibbon Wakefield and Colonel Light
Created a city so far and lovely, it is a dream

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