Money Grow on Trees
Who're we to fight the Almighty?
Who're we to fight reality?
Who're we to change the course of nature?
Who're we all these to alter?
Once in a while we must go home.
Despite having found Tanjong an excellent home.
We couldn’t and mustn’t forget our roots.
When the opportunity arose, go home we should.
Traversing the tempestuous sea,
To Kuching from Miri.
Going up the mighty Baram to battle the rapids.
‘Twas a way of life for the Kelabits.
Nearing the end of the semester holiday,
We had to find the money to pay
for our fares back to Tanjong,
our second home, where we belong.
There was no other way to earn the money.
We had to turn to the rubber and jelutong trees only.
They were the only dependable commodity
that we could turn to when we needed the money.
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