Springtime In Emerald

Springtime in Emerald the white backed magpie singing And o'er the lush and green paddocks the bush lark's voice is ringing The mountain gums bask in the sun, the wattle trees are blooming And breath of mountain air is sweet with Nature's own perfuming. No black clouds over Emerald the Winter days now over And when night cloaks the silent hills I hear the spur winged plover He sings his love song to his mate from August to November My boyhood days in Emerald I ever will remember. Springtime in the mountains and shades of night are falling And in the woods the darkened woods the hunting boobook calling I close my eyes joy in my heart it bubbles like a fountain And I am miles from Sydney Town and back home in the mountains. Springtime in Victoria the Summer days are nearing And in the lush green paddocks the wildering flowers appearing The daisies and the mountain flowers they blooming close together Oh to be back home in the hills in mild October weather.