When Last I Was In Toora

On the last time that I was in old Toora Town The hills all around were in their Autumn brown The dark winged swallows were circling in the sky And the day I recall it was sunny and dry. They have inspired writers to story and rhyme The old hills of Toora old in the Dreamtime In centuries gone by in the shade of the trees The indigenous people had their corroborees. When the wildflowers of Nature upon them are seen The old Hills of Toora in Springtime look green And the flute of the magpie melodious and clear In the quiet country Town is so pleasant to hear. Though the hills of South Gippsland I may not see again Memories of their beauty with me will remain For as long as my memory does serve me okay And I hope that from now that will be many a day. The old hills were wearing their brown of the Fall A memory to cherish and for to recall And down the quiet Main Street a warm wind did blow When last I was in Toora a few years ago.