Mt Tamborine

I've been through the outback wide and brown Miles from the nearest country town And through vales and mountains lush and green But none quite like Mt Tamborine. The purple flowers on jacaranda trees Are dancing in the mountain breeze And magpie flute and figbird sing In this green paradise of spring. In such a place one well could live And back to nature something give And have a garden full of flowering trees With nectar for the birds and bees. A short drive by car from the Gold Coast Just fifty minutes at the most Where one can have the surf and sea All this sounds very good to me. The flowers of Nature in full bloom Scent of a natural sweet perfume And butterflies flit to and fro Displaying their beauty as they go. A poet might well describe in words The sweet songs of the mountain birds And the beauty of Mt Tamborine As fair as I have ever seen. Down through the years I've journeyed far By boat and plane, bus, train and car And some fine places I've been through And I'll long recall my favourite few. And home to brush turkeys and rainforest trees Mt Tamborine is one of these Where shy bird of the rainforest calls High on the palms of Curtis Falls.