Patrik Fitzgerald - Gifts And Telegrams lyrics

Small wooden building On a road in the middle of nowhere; Trees catch fire,quite close by The sun bleaches your bones Cattle grazing,cattle bells ring The sound of choirs gathering Their teaching everyone To sing along With queen victoria's hymns of praise Small wooden building Where another one recieves the cane Another one can't add 2 and 2,yet Another one can't quite spell his name The missionary laughs; Some children laugh Some children cry They run along,behind his moped Whistling and waving him goodbye Goodbye..goodbye..goodbye... Large concrete building,now We send them more incentives We send them gifts,and telegrams Saying 'do come to england' We'll meet you at the airport We'll greet you at the quay With promise of a job,a house Food and education