From high paddocks of Birdsland the hills green all around
And Nature in her splendour on view from higher ground
And white backed magpie piping he's piped all through the day
And kookaburra laughing in wood across the way
On the first week of Summer a day of warm sunshine
But for early December the weather not so fine
The past two days were raining and the creek is flowing bank high
And towards the south I can see dark rain clouds in the sky.
The grey shrike thrush is carolling his flute like notes ring clear
And amongst all of the Australian birds the blackbird's voice I hear
They call him non Australian seems hard to understand
Is blackbird born in this Country a bird without a Land?.
From high paddocks of birdsland the nearby hills look green
And though I've known sights of beauty this fine as I have seen
The voice of Nature's minstrels each distinct by their song
And all alone with Mother Nature far from the noisy throng.
The high paddocks of Birdsland lit by the evening sun
And Spring has left till next year and Summer's just begun
Amidst great natural beauty on bright and balmy day
And wildborn birds are singing in wood across the way.
And Nature in her splendour on view from higher ground
And white backed magpie piping he's piped all through the day
And kookaburra laughing in wood across the way
On the first week of Summer a day of warm sunshine
But for early December the weather not so fine
The past two days were raining and the creek is flowing bank high
And towards the south I can see dark rain clouds in the sky.
The grey shrike thrush is carolling his flute like notes ring clear
And amongst all of the Australian birds the blackbird's voice I hear
They call him non Australian seems hard to understand
Is blackbird born in this Country a bird without a Land?.
From high paddocks of birdsland the nearby hills look green
And though I've known sights of beauty this fine as I have seen
The voice of Nature's minstrels each distinct by their song
And all alone with Mother Nature far from the noisy throng.
The high paddocks of Birdsland lit by the evening sun
And Spring has left till next year and Summer's just begun
Amidst great natural beauty on bright and balmy day
And wildborn birds are singing in wood across the way.