Where Mine To So Many

Though mine to most here is a stranger's face
I feel sad to be leaving this beautiful place
Where one wakes at daybreak to the shy whip bird's call
Like sound of whip cracking against concrete wall
Once seen and once heard one cannot get them wrong
The beautiful crimson rosellas with the bell like song
And a wild sound of nature anyone could not mistake
The kookaburras calling in the wood at daybreak
And the unmistakeable call of the king parrots on a blackwood tree
In the bright sunshine a beautiful sight for to see
So sad to be leaving but here i can't stay
Where i live from these wooded hills is far away
But i will remember this beautiful place
Where mine to so many is a stranger's face.