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On the edge of a land where milk flows like honey
The rivers run wide and deep
Between mountains of silver from Te Koa
To St Leonards Lowry Peaks
All the roads are straighter than the truth
The posts are red and so are the roofs
The herds of cattle come through the streets
Between two rivers, the highlands meet
Straight and narrow is Culverden town
On the edge of a land where milk flows like honey
The rivers run wide and deep
Between mountains of gold from Te Koa
To St Leonards and Lowry Peaks
All the roads are straighter than the truth
The posts are red and so are the roots
The herds of cattle out past the streets
Between two rivers, the vast plains meet
Straight and narrow is Culverden town
It's a cow-town quiet most of the week
Till Friday night the tavern speaks
Pride runs deep in the people's veins
From old soldier roots to farming gains
All the roads are straighter than the truth
The posts are red and so are the roots
The herds of cattle out past the streets
Between two rivers, the vast plains meet
Straight and narrow is Culverden town
Where merino flocks once covered the plain
Now cattle graze on irrigated grain
The trees are gone, the grass rolls free
Shaped by the nor'-west endlessly
The nor'-west wind, it howls and it sings
A restless voice on untamed wings
It bends the trees, it drives the rain
And burns on the hills and underneath on the plain
All the roads are straighter than the truth
The posts are red and the roots are too
The herds of cattle out past the streets
Between two rivers, the vast plains meet
This is our home, this is our ground
Straight and narrow is Culverden town
Straight and narrow, Culverden town
