Picton

Picton Ferry Town of South Island with scrub mountains all around Everywhere you look there's beauty it's a gem on the high ground Songthrush, blackbird and chaffinch singing, sparrows chirp on garden trees On a warm Summer evening with a pleasant freshening breeze. We arrived on evening ferry left Wellington at half past two And by six as we were nearing harbour Picton mountains were on view All around i could see mountains and I'll retain the memory When the Ferry neared the harbour where the mountains meet the sea. In Picton a Town in the mountains beauty only meets the eye Everywhere you look there's mountains shrubby looking green and high From the main street they look so near half a mile or maybe less But then again they may be nearer mine is not an accurate guess. All my life I've lived near mountains and i feel that every mountain has a soul And by the mountains of old Picton blue waves of Pacific roll A town surrounded by mountains and mountains by the ocean shore Such a place one doesn't see often and I've never seen it's likes before. Men may build a Ferry Harbour near where they built a Mountain Town But men for all their great endeavour could not drag the mountains down They were here long before men came and the mountains will remain And Picton by the sea and mountains will i see it's likes again? .