I Only Can Sing

I only can sing of the beauty i've seen
When Spring is in Koroit in her gown of green
And on trees and bushes the nesting birds sing
The workings of Nature an amazing thing

I only can sing of the far away hills
And the babbling tongues of the creeks and the rills
That flow to the river that flows to the sea
The wild voice of Nature sweet music to me

Of Nature and her ways so little i know
But my wonder of her only does seem to grow
I first grew to love her in fields far away
And doubtless i will love her till my life's final day

I only can sing of the wombat and roo
Of crimson rosella and yellow tail black cockatoo
And magpie and pee wee and pied currawong
One gets to know birds by their chirping or song

I only can sing of the freshening breeze
That soughs in the branches of the taller trees
And though my worth as a rhymer i have reason to doubt
In Nature there's heaps of things to write about.