Often In His Flights Of Fancy

That he was raised by the wooded hills in the north countryside
To him remains and will always be such a great sense of pride
His heritage to anyone he never does deny
He says i was born and raised two hundred miles of here north as the migrant bird does fly
Where the dark birds with yellow eyes known as pied currawong
On the high trees to forecast rain sing their familiar song
Where the brown and gray kookaburras laugh loudly to greet the day
He fancy he can hear them in the high wood far away
With a wife and three young children and a house mortgage to pay
He works and lives in suburbia and perhaps there will grow old and gray
But often in his flights of fancy he can hear the shrike thrush sing
In the woodland by his old home on a balmy day in spring
The past may be gone forever but the memories remain
And in his flights of fancy the wood birds sing again.