At night in Kallista the wood of the white cockatoo
The powerful owl calls out in his mournful woo hoo
Where in the pale moonlight the giant mountain ash trees
Are soughing ever softly in the freshening breeze
The shrill voices of the ring tail possums one cannot mistake
They forage for young leaves from nightfall 'til daybreak
By day their nests of leaves on outer branches can be viewed from the ground
In Kallista wood their numbers seem to abound
For it's natural beauty a place widely known
Kallista at night has a charm of it's own
Fond memories of such beauty with me does remain
And in fancy I'm back in Kallista again
Where the night creatures call and the giant mountain ash trees
Are soughing ever softly in the freshening breeze.
The powerful owl calls out in his mournful woo hoo
Where in the pale moonlight the giant mountain ash trees
Are soughing ever softly in the freshening breeze
The shrill voices of the ring tail possums one cannot mistake
They forage for young leaves from nightfall 'til daybreak
By day their nests of leaves on outer branches can be viewed from the ground
In Kallista wood their numbers seem to abound
For it's natural beauty a place widely known
Kallista at night has a charm of it's own
Fond memories of such beauty with me does remain
And in fancy I'm back in Kallista again
Where the night creatures call and the giant mountain ash trees
Are soughing ever softly in the freshening breeze.
