Thinking Of Olinda

Olinda the hill of the mountain ash trees That can be heard soughing in the freshening breeze That blow up the rise across the higher ground In a place of great beauty where peace does abound Where the songs of the currawongs foretell of rain In my flights of fancy I hear them again And the loud calls of the kookaburras unmelodious though clear Though far off the hills to my heart ever near The summit of Yarra Ranges countryside Olinda for it's beauty is known far and wide An Earthly Utopia such places are rare For natural beauty with the best it can surely compare In my flights of fancy I am walking today In the high mountain woodlands from here far away.