You Can'T Have Everything

The Queensland sun shines early in the morning And keeps on burning hotter through the day And though the Parklands watered by the sprinklers Through the pale green patches of brown through gray. But I know of a Land of natural greeness Where Spring doesn't often come till early May Though birds from early April on nest building In that green Country half a World away. I close my eyes I hear the dipper singing And wild flowers bloom along the mountain stream And chaffinch pipes his happy notes to April And grass is growing and fields look lush and green. Here in the Gold Coast in deep south of Queensland The lorikeets and noisy miners sing They have only known the warmth of the sub tropics Where Winter's warmer than the northern Spring. In distant Land above the bracken mountain The lark is piping in the morning sky Till lost to view he soars towards gathering rain clouds And singing ever singing as he fly. In South Queensland the rain is always welcome And sun shine all year round and wild birds sing But I know of a Country green and wetter Which goes to prove you can't have everything.