Brown Storm Water Flowing

Brown storm water flowing to the river in every stream, rill and drain And the mountains are cloaked in the gray fogs of rain And cattle in farmyard sheds are bellowing for silage or hay North of this Country in sky miles far away Above the bare fields with a cold chill The wild winds of January blowing from the hill And howling aloud in the bare deciduous trees In weather temperatures below the zero degrees In this sunny countryside the air full of the buzzing of flies and of bees And white butterflies are dancing in the warm breeze And above the brown paddocks the dark welcome swallows fly On pursuit of flying insects in the blue sky Quite a contrast to a land from here far away Where the cold winds of Winter are blowing today And brown storm water flowing in every rill, stream and drain To the far away river swollen by heavy rain.