A bank holiday monday morning in the old country town
Newly fallen dry leaves of yellow and brown
By the chilly winds blown along the sidewalks of the quiet street
Before Nature's cold breath they are forced to retreat
On the second week of June ten weeks from the Spring
The silver billed magpie the only bird to sing
No warmth in the sun on this cold Winter's day
Yet ten weeks in time will quickly tick away
Most shops closed for the day few people out and about
And the cold coastal wintery wind is blowing from north to south
A high of seven degrees and though the weather is dry
The dark clouds of rain are creeping through the sky
A forecast low of a chilly two degrees
And the cold winds denuding the deciduous trees
Newly fallen dry leaves of yellow and brown
By the chilly winds blown along the sidewalks of the quiet street
Before Nature's cold breath they are forced to retreat
On the second week of June ten weeks from the Spring
The silver billed magpie the only bird to sing
No warmth in the sun on this cold Winter's day
Yet ten weeks in time will quickly tick away
Most shops closed for the day few people out and about
And the cold coastal wintery wind is blowing from north to south
A high of seven degrees and though the weather is dry
The dark clouds of rain are creeping through the sky
A forecast low of a chilly two degrees
And the cold winds denuding the deciduous trees
