The Brown Hills Of South Gippsland

The brown hills of South Gippsland from me may seem far away
But in fancy i do visit them every day
And i hear the birds sing in the bushes and trees
In the cool of the day in the freshening breeze

Above the countryside bordering Toora Town
The old hills of Toora are looking quite brown
The subject of story and song and of rhyme
They were very old even in the Dreamtime

By Inverloch through the coastal lands to Venus Bay
The brown Tarwin waters babble on their way
It has flowed forever and will forever more
On it's long winding journey to the Pacific shore

Above the mudflats of McLoughlins beach in the clear blue sky
The dappled brown eastern curlews do sing as they fly
From the cold Winter of Siberia they journey down to the southern Spring
The workings of Nature is an amazing thing

The brown hills of South Gippsland once familiar to me
From the high Loch-Wonthaggi road the ocean one can see
From where i now live they may seem far away
But in fancy i do visit them every day.