Between Loch And Wonthaggi

I'd love to be between Loch and Wonthaggi Where mountain creek through small wood winds it's way And join the Powlett river down the hill That flows into the sea at Powlett bay. All through the Spring the white backed magpie sing He fly to blackwood tree at dawn of day And in the silent dawn his music ring And his voice can be heard a quarter mile away. The teenager next door swears at his mum His words are coarse his voice grate in the ear Oh for the peace of the Wonthaggi hills The magpie's voice I'd much prefer to hear There is no peace where many people dwell All day the noise of traffic up and down But I've found peace on the South Gippsland hills The quiet hills the other side of town. I'd love to be between Loch and Wonthaggi Where mountain creek through small wood winds it's way And join the Powlett river down the hill That flows into the sea at Powlett bay.