Late Winter In The Yarra Ranges

On the tall mountain ash trees from here far away The white cockatoos are squawking in Selby today And the yellow eyed pied currawong are singing again Some refer to them as the dark birds of rain. Puffing Billy the steam train his horn sounds so shrill Climbs the tracks towards Emerald up the wooded hill And the creek through the undergrowth babbles on down Under Puffing Billy bridge on by Belgrave Town. In my flights of fancy the lyrebird I do hear As in his song he mimics the birds that to him live near The kookaburra, crimson rosella, the whipbird and weerloo And the sulphur crested and gang gang cockatoo. The low clouds of gray fog cloaks the tops of the trees And there is a cool chill in the mid morning breeze In the Yarra Ranges in the late Winter of the year And beautiful Spring to the hills ever near.