From the wild Miss Carey made a garden Worked it daily with love and care Cleared the land, planted shrubs and ferns And made a park so fair. Chorus: And I used to scrape the horse manure From underneath the baker’s cart Bucket it and take it to Miss Carey’s little park She walked a stairway steep and narrow Leading to her park below Carrying garden tools as well Her shears, broom, rake and hoe. North Sydney quickly started changing She watched new buildings crowd the skies Office blocks replacing houses A city growing before her eyes To Miss Carey life was always precious “We’re here to be of use”, she’d say The park continues to remind us A useful life once passed this way. © Jim Low 1990
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