Harmers Haven

On old gum tree by sleepy Harmers Haven the magpie always sings at dawn of day His flute like notes are carrying in the sea breeze Australia's finest feathered songster many say And kookaburra family cackling nearby they call perhaps to proclaim territory And from quiet old Harmers Haven Village at high tide one can hear the rumblings of the sea. The lucky people who live there will tell you that lucky lady luck did them embrace They could not live outside of Harmers Haven and to them it is a very special place The jewel in the crown of South West Gippsland at least that's what the Harmers Haven people say From that old peaceful Village by the ocean the gates of Heaven can't be far away. A pretty place untouched by man's pollution no factory chimney billowing black smoke to the sky, Could I afford to I would buy a house there and live happy there until the day I die Amongst the cosy lap of Mother Nature the chats in the paddock are chirping nearby And grey shrike thrush and butcherbird are singing and welcome swallows twitter as they fly. Were I a poet I'd sing of Harmers Haven perhaps the jewel in South West Gippsland's crown The Village just a short walk from the ocean five to six miles from old Wonthaggi Town It is a place of peace and natural beauty where people with Nature live in harmony Where the predominant voice belongs to Mother Nature, the songs of birds and the rumblings of the sea.