July In Sherbrooke

The wattle trees a blaze of yellow flowers But it has rained all morning till mid day The Sherbrooke woods are shrouded in gray fog And Spring seem far so very far away. The magpie pipe on windblown blackwood tree And rain clouds gather in the wintery sky But grass is growing and Winter weather mild And blue wren sing on fifth day of July. The currawongs have piped since dawn of day They sing the same notes over and again In Winter they come down from higher hills And 'currawong' before and during rain. The black faced cuckoo shrike live miles away Her wings have taken her to warmer clime But she'll be back in not too distant day To raise her brood in Sherbrooke in Springtime. It's rained all morning and the sun doesn't shine And wattles are in bloom and magpie sing And Sherbrooke woods are shrouded in gray fog And near sixty days till the first breath of Spring.