Down the beach early to catch the sun’s rays,
I wish you all a Happy New Year.
First, a blue hour― before the sun’s golden beams,
Then, first day of the New Year is here.
I wish you all a Happy New Year.
First, a blue hour― before the sun’s golden beams,
Then, first day of the New Year is here.
From Little Burleigh Hill, it’s a sight to see,
Where five beaches sit close together.
With the Gold Coast city furthest away,
Such perfect spots, in such perfect weather.
Where five beaches sit close together.
With the Gold Coast city furthest away,
Such perfect spots, in such perfect weather.
There’s a gradual climb to get to the top,
A great view from Little Burleigh Hill.
There are safety rails so you can’t drop,
If you did you might be swept away to Brazil.
A great view from Little Burleigh Hill.
There are safety rails so you can’t drop,
If you did you might be swept away to Brazil.
These early morning shots amaze me,
To watch dawn and the birds fly by.
But the No-See-Ums, Horseflies and Midge,
Pinch your neck, your wrist and your thigh.
To watch dawn and the birds fly by.
But the No-See-Ums, Horseflies and Midge,
Pinch your neck, your wrist and your thigh.
These rocks originally bubbled up from earth’s crust,
Once a hot paste in glowing liquid form.
Nature acted on purpose, to protect our coast,
Against heavy pounding waves in a storm.
Once a hot paste in glowing liquid form.
Nature acted on purpose, to protect our coast,
Against heavy pounding waves in a storm.
The clouds are swirling and twirling over,
Some days there is nothing at all.
Each shape in the sky is mere water vapor,
It’s disguise is a cotton wool ball.
Some days there is nothing at all.
Each shape in the sky is mere water vapor,
It’s disguise is a cotton wool ball.
Late afternoon is when the sun goes down,
Find a spot to sit on the sand.
Away from the hustle and bustle of town,
To share words you both understand.
Find a spot to sit on the sand.
Away from the hustle and bustle of town,
To share words you both understand.
Such a pristine spot to leave your boat,
On the bank of the Ukerebagh Passage.
Settled by Minjungbal people in a land so ancient,
This scene offers a peaceful message.
On the bank of the Ukerebagh Passage.
Settled by Minjungbal people in a land so ancient,
This scene offers a peaceful message.
A simple stroll through the bush at Barney’s Point,
Leads me to tree roots draped over ancient rock.
The roots won't let the rock roll away,
Can’t say the same for the rock in my sock.
Leads me to tree roots draped over ancient rock.
The roots won't let the rock roll away,
Can’t say the same for the rock in my sock.
I waited for the sunrise at Burleigh today,
A bank of cloud stretched along the horizon,
A flash in the cloud shows a storm far away,
Still, there's no sun to set your eyes on.
A bank of cloud stretched along the horizon,
A flash in the cloud shows a storm far away,
Still, there's no sun to set your eyes on.
Looking out to sea, some cloud is hovering,
Puffy shapes formed by moisture and air.
Close by on the right a sleepy sunrise is coming,
Watch the windmills turn in the sky if you dare.
Puffy shapes formed by moisture and air.
Close by on the right a sleepy sunrise is coming,
Watch the windmills turn in the sky if you dare.
Here comes the sun behind morning cloud,
Spreading rays over one mature Burleigh Hill.
The Hill comes alive with serendipitous sound,
Locals meet and greet for an energy refill.
Spreading rays over one mature Burleigh Hill.
The Hill comes alive with serendipitous sound,
Locals meet and greet for an energy refill.
At such a low angle the sun caught the cloud,
Puffy swirls, with faces and figures to see.
You would not know it if you weren’t around,
That’s what it’s like from the Hill at Burleigh.
Puffy swirls, with faces and figures to see.
You would not know it if you weren’t around,
That’s what it’s like from the Hill at Burleigh.
