To Birdsland

If i had wings like a swallow then surely i would fly To Birdsland in the Yarra Ranges across the miles of sky Above the home of beauty to nightfall from daybreak I'd fly above the high paddocks and fly above the lake Fond memories of Birdsland i have for to retain And only in flights of fancy i visit there again Each time i think of Birdsland memories of Jedder come back to me My old black and white canine none as faithful as she In Wonthaggi in South Gippsland her bones forever lay But her i will remember until my dying day Had i wings like a swallow i would fly fast as a car To Birdsland in South Belgrave from here in distance far But in moments of reflection i often visualize The whistle of the shrike thrush in Birdsland at sunrise.