A Winter Day In Sherbrooke

The cold winds howl in the woodlands and the crow like pied currawongs Sing and whistle on the high gums they have been piping all day long And when the currawongs are singing rain is never far away You can bank on rain tomorrow if it doesn't rain today. A cold wind blow down through Tecoma and across South Belgrave hill And the kookaburras laughter has never sounded quite so shrill They call to mark their borders and to instil in others fear And they always laugh their loudest when storm and rain is near. A Winter day in Sherbrooke the wind howl in the trees It is woolly jumper weather just a high of ten degrees And the nights are close to zero and jack frost is in the air And the migratory birds in Queeensland for the warmer Winter there. And the creek is flowing bank high where it once did trickle slow And on the bank the grass lay flattened where the flood did overflow Last weekend we had the solstice the Winter's shortest day And though the Spring it may seem distant it is not that far away. Five miles distant in Olinda they already had some snow And uphill from Tecoma the chill winds of Winter blow And the storm water flowing bank high in the creek and roadside drain And the currawongs are piping some call them the birds of rain.