Cape Paterson

The butcherbird piping on the wattle tree In Cape Paterson in South Gippsland overlooking the sea And o'er the volcanic cliffs in the clear and sunny sky The Pacific and silver gulls call as they fly. The surfers in their wet suits the towering waves ride And the smell of the sea weed washed in by the tide And the giant waves crash where the sea breakers roar On the volcanic rocks by the cliffs on the shore. Perhaps this place has not changed much since the white fellows came For it has a natural wild beauty that man could not tame Overlooking the ocean from the rocks on the hill You behold a scene where time itself has stood still. All the moods of Nature the ocean embrace And where the land meets the sea is such a beautiful place The sea loving people in the coastal towns stay From the salt water waves they don't live far away. Cape Paterson a quiet Township overlooking the sea Where the suburban man and his wife and their young family Spend two weeks of the Summer free of stress and care Far from the smoky suburbs in the healthy sea air. Where sooty oystercatchers pipe as they fly The challenge of riding the big wave the surfers enjoy And this place has not changed much since white fellows came For the wildness of Nature man never could tame.