Rural Aussie Migrants

Suppose rural born and raised Australians who from Australia live far away Do think of their home countryside every day Nostalgia in the mind does not die easily With that I'm sure many migrants would agree. In their flights of fancy I bet they do hear The butcherbird flute in the Spring of the year And on a tall gum the magpie is in song To warn others this patch to me does belong. Though happy enough in a far foreign town They miss their home landscape the paddocks of brown The laughter of the kookaburra the cough of the roo And the loud and harsh squawkings of the white cockatoo. They tell their children stories of that Land far away And of the place where they first looked on the lamp of day And the children of the Aussie migrants the young girl and boy The stories that their mum and dad tell them of their Homeland enjoy.