A Long Way From Koroit

A long way from Koroit north to Millstreet Town
And a long way from Clara ever looking down
On the high mountain fields of green old Claramore
A long way far north of this southern shore
In Claraghatlea  in a field by the stream where the rank rushes grow
The wild and shy male pheasant does cuck and crow
And the robin does sing to proclaim territory
On the highest branch of a leafy birch tree
The people of Koroit are so kind to me
Though a migrant amongst them is all i can be
From the Tower Hill lookout low clouds obscure a view of the sea
Whilst in a nearby paddock the familiar call of the pee wee
Ring out as the rains of June are drizzling down
Across the quiet countryside by Koroit Town.