Cattle and Cane Lyrics

[Verse 1: Grant McLennan]
I recall a schoolboy comin' home
Through fields of cane, to a house of tin and timber
And in the sky, a rain of falling cinders
From time to time, the waste, memory wastes

[Verse 2: Grant McLennan]
I recall a boy in bigger pants
Like everyone, just waiting for a chance
His father's watch - he left it in the showers
From time to time, the waste, memory wastes
And the waste, memory wastes

[Verse 3: Grant McLennan]
I recall a bigger, brighter world
A world of books and silent times in thought
And then the railroad, the railroad takes him home
Through fields of cattle, through fields of cane
From time to time, the waste, memory wastes
And the waste, memory wastes

[Verse 4: Robert Forster]
I recall the same, a reply
A plan you once had, from time down to mind
That time was bad, so I knew where I was
Alone, yet so at home
[Outro: Grant McLennan]
Further
Longer
Higher
Further
Longer
It's further
And higher
And longer
And older

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Grant McLennan said of the song:

I wrote (the song) to please my mother. She hasn’t heard it yet because my mother and stepfather live (on a cattle station) and they can’t get 240 volts electricity there, so I have to sing it over the phone to her. I don’t like the word nostalgic; to me, it’s a sloppy yearning for the past, and I’m not trying to do that in that song. I’m just trying to put three vignettes of a person, who’s a lot like myself, growing up in Queensland, and just juxtaposing that against how I am now.

As The Canberra Times described the song’s structure:

The three verses by McLennan cover three phases of his life to date in a series of images – the primary schoolboy scrambling through cane fields, the adolescent in boarding school losing his late father’s watch in the showers, the young man at university discovering a bigger brighter world – and then the fourth phase of his life: Robert Forster, playing himself.

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