Kilcunda

The freshness of the coastal breeze blowing up from the sea Where the wattlebird sing on a flowering banksia tree And in the warmth of the sun in the quiet of mid day To these old green hills peace has come for to stay. In Kilcunda on a hill overlooking the sea The water calm and deep blue as far as one can see The Indigenous Bunurong tribe hunted and fished here many centuries ago And of the workings of Nature so much they did know. A new race of people and the black tribes have gone But their spirits in Kilcunda will always live on And the cliffs above the sea have not changed much in time In this place of beauty that inspire poets to rhyme. A woman I know has this dream and that is she say For to buy a nice home in Kilcunda one day With Shelly beach from her door just a five minutes walk away A beautiful place to grow old in and gray. On this sunny saturday afternoon In May in the Fall Above the high cliffs the Pacific gulls call And the sea down below looks so calm deep and blue And I feel entranced by the beautiful view.