Homesick In Geelong

She cannot hear the currawong In the shopping centres of Geelong Nor yellow robin piping low Where the traffic buzzes to and fro. Yet by her parents home in the freshening breeze Upon the sunlit wattle trees In her flights of fancy she can hear The butcherbird pipe loud and clear. She has lived in Geelong since last May And though her old home only ninety kilometres away Nostalgia as it would appear Cannot measure distance far or near. She works as a secretary for a Geelong City lawyer This teenager from the Southern Grampians shire Just eighteen years on her last birthday And perhaps she's in Geelong for to stay. Jobs in her small country town so few And nothing there for her to do And her nostalgia will fade in time Long before she will have reached her prime. From her office desk along the street below She hear the noisy cars buzz to and fro But she cannot hear the voice of the currawong And she is feeling homesick in Geelong.