written by Sandie Thurston and Frank B. Jones, performed by Frank B. Jones THE QUEENSLAND FLOOD My Grandma seldom posed for pictures, she'd always say, "My hair's a-muss", so in the years we were together I only have this one of us. as I pick it up and try to wipe away the dried and dirty mud, I place it in my box of all that's left, my souvenirs of the Queensland flood. I can sleep now without dreaming, it's good to finally rest my head and not imagine waves of water crashing around my wind-tossed bed. I no longer feel the coldness that once had chilled me to my blood; I can pack away my memories, with my souvenirs of the Queensland flood. The Queensland Flood, The rains are gone, Brisbane lives on..... As I stand here in my garden, where all my pretty flowers grew, I see like me, they’ve been uprooted, with no home left to come back to. But before I say my last goodbye I’ll plant this one surviving bud, near a stone carved with a precious name, a sad souvenir, too many souvenirs of the Queensland flood.