I Yearn For

I yearn for a spot far from the noisy street In the quiet countryside where the waterways meet By the woods of the koala and wombat and gray kangaroo And the big dark brown parrot known as yellow tailed black cockatoo When in the mood for fancy my thoughts they do fly To where no factory chimney puffs gray smoke to the sky I yearn for clean air and the quiet life Where there are many people noise and pollution are rife I yearn for a cottage in view of a wooded hill By a babbling brown creek whose tongue is never still Far away from the town and it's noise and smoke For to live out my years a contented old bloke I am tired of the big town and the noisy street Where every day people for material success do compete Out there in view of the hills i know i would find Where Nature reside contentment and peace of mind I yearn for a cottage far from the big town Where the creek from the foothills babbles in tongue of brown On towards the big river it flows night and day To the great ocean many kilometers away.