In Windy Old Illowa

In Illowa the wild winds of July blow And in the land drains brown rain water flow This morning there were heavy showers of rain But of this you will not hear the farmer once complain For with the Spring and warmer and drier weather near Rain it is needed at this time of year And by the weather forecast more wind and rain on the way Quite typical for mid Winter one might say Yet the magpies warbling so pleasant for to hear The birds who sing every day of the year And on a low branch of a wattle tree The magpie lark is calling out pee wee And in windy old Illowa in July The winds of Winter raging in the sky.