Above The Flat Paddocks

Where the rank grass in clusters on the damp ground does grow Above the flat paddocks where the Moyne waters flow In the sunshine the larks and the pipits are singing today With the first of the calendar Spring less than twelve hours away For the time of year the weather quite okay The sun it is shining in the sky blue and gray The song of the male blackbird so pleasant to hear His distinctive notes so melodious and clear At twelve o clock this evening on the stroke of midnight The magpies will be singing in the moonlight When Spring will arrive in the coastal Moyne Shire To be living to greet her what more could one desire Above the damp paddocks in the sunlit sky The larks and the pipits do sing as they fly.