You Know It Is Spring

When the yellow flowers bloom on the green wattle tree And the turnstone from the Arctic on the far southern beaches you see And the golden billed blackbirds in the parkland do sing In the southern Country you know it is Spring When the magpie lark sits in her cup shaped mud nest With five pale brown spotted eggs kept warm under her breast And the sparrow to her nest carries dried grass or bits of hay You do know that Summer in time is not far away When father emu a big bird as proud as can be Keeps a watchful eye on his freckled family And the countryside greener after recent showers And the fruit bearing trees covered in fragile pink flowers And in the sunshine a few early white butterflies flit about You know it is Spring in the Land of the South.