The rain coming down from rain clouds gloomy gray
We may not see blue sky or sunshine today
But the rain it is welcome quite welcome indeed
And of more much more of it we are in need
On the galvanize roof the welcome pattering of rain
And the gurgling sound in the spout to the stormwater drain
Yet the weather is mild though the Winter is near
It has been a very warm April this year
His black and white feathers as wet as can be
The magpie he flutes on the black wattle tree
His familiar warbling so flute like and clear
The silver billed bird who sings all through the year
In the wind from deciduous trees yellow leaves drifting down
To Mother Earth's bosom in the park of the town
We may not see blue sky or sunshine today
But the rain it is welcome quite welcome indeed
And of more much more of it we are in need
On the galvanize roof the welcome pattering of rain
And the gurgling sound in the spout to the stormwater drain
Yet the weather is mild though the Winter is near
It has been a very warm April this year
His black and white feathers as wet as can be
The magpie he flutes on the black wattle tree
His familiar warbling so flute like and clear
The silver billed bird who sings all through the year
In the wind from deciduous trees yellow leaves drifting down
To Mother Earth's bosom in the park of the town