Bernard's formula

I have a line of verse and it's just a simple line
And I wonder if the next one will be the one to rhyme
And now I'm building power, getting higher on the way
The chorus is approaching and it's what I want to say

    Here comes the chorus, its the title of the song
    It's catchy, it's the hook and it's coming at you strong
    It sums up all the verses and the themes that they contain
    It's the chorus and I'm singing it again

So I've fallen down to verse two and the energy drops back
Everything's gone peaceful so I try another tack
I add a few more images and the voice begins to rise 
You're starting to be drawn in and then to your surprise

    Here comes the chorus, in a regular refrain
    Here comes the chorus, it's imprinted on your brain
    I may go down a little but I'll get big again
    It's the chorus and I'm singing it again

	And maybe now I'll place a little bridge into the song
	Something with a different tune that doesn't last too long

But leads me...
    Back to the chorus, the message now is plain
    If they don't go out and buy this, you know they'll go insane
    So you sing one last chorus the finale will ascend...
    It's the chorus, now I'm finished. It's the end!
                              (Copyright Bernard Carney, November 1994)

  Higgens Homestead

C “Good after-C4-noon, have you got any Am rooms?”
“Come on if F in, there’s a twin room, will that C do? 
I’ll put on the G jug, make a pot of Am tea,
Tom’s out F watering the flowers
He’ll be G in in a minute or C two.”

That was our F welcome to the G Higgins C Homestead
The F home of G Carmel and C Tom
On the F banks of the G Margaret Am River
Where the F old ways G still live Am on
Where the F old ways G still live C on.

Old voices call, from paneled walls
“That’s my grandad there when he built this house for Gran.
And we fostered young Shane
He was a right royal pain
But we gave what we had to that lad
And now he’s a man.”

Sharing yarns at the Higgins Homestead
Sharing yarns with Carmel and Tom
On the banks of the Margaret River
Sharing lives as the night goes  on
Sharing lives as the night goes  on

    Lace curtain dreams, lace curtain dreams,
    It’s been a long, long drive down forest roads today.
    Lace curtain dreams, lace curtain dreams
    Of Lynn who waits four thousand miles away

Then it’s breakfast at the Higgins Homestead
Cooked by Carmel and Tom
“Eat up your toast and peaches
The bacon and eggs won’t be long
No, the bacon and eggs won’t be long.”

Now it’s goodbye to the Higgins Homestead
Goodbye to  Carmel and Tom 
On the banks of the Margaret River
Where the old ways still live on
Where the old ways still live on.