Port Albert

The silver gulls mewing in the Village, the fishing boats moored to the pier The gentle waves break at the jetty in fancy these scenes to me near The last time I was in Port Albert the black and white bird known as pee wee He piped in the afternoon sunshine on a flowering pittosporum tree. Port Albert in Southern Gippsland doesn't change with the passing of time A fishing Village by salt water the bards by it inspired to rhyme The artists have captured it's beauty on canvas for to hang on the gallery wall And all of those who have paid it a visit the memory feel glad to recall The last time I was in Port Albert in September in early Spring On a day of bird song and sunshine that memory to me seem to cling A warm wind blew in from the ocean it was such a marvellous day A gift from the Goddess of Nature to me for to carry away From the fishing Village of Port Albert that developers yet have to find The Utopia of Southern Gippsland are words for it that spring to mind In the old cafe in the Village we enjoyed cappucino and cake And I will re-visit Port Albert if only just for old time sake. The silver gulls mewing on the jetty, the sun shining bright in the sky As we drove on out of the Village this time it would not be goodbye For I will return in September in the early days of the Spring When magpie will pipe on the gum tree and blackbird will whistle and sing