The Gippsland Hills

The hills of Gippsland were so green but that was in September And songbirds piping happy songs as well I might remember But now the Gippsland hills are gray since sun changed the grass colour And though the sun shines hot today this countryside looks duller. The Gippsland hills were green in Spring and grass growing winds were blowing And all along the sunlit hills the wildering flowers were showing And bell magpie piped his joyful notes and butcherbird was singing And through those hills those happy hills the bushlark's voice went ringing. The Gippsland hills the sunburnt hills grown lonelier and quieter And like the shades of old man's hair they've turned a gray type whiter The nearby creek in trickle flow, the birds have lost their voices And not one of Nature's minstrels now on Gippsland hills rejoices. The Gippsland hills the sunburnt hills have lost their Spring like colour And though the sun shines hot today the Gippsland hills look duller But Spring bring green to Gippsland hills Spring rains and soft winds blowing And birds will sing on Gippsland hills and Gippsland creeks fast flowing.