I Heard A Skylark Singing

I heard a skylark singing as upwards he did fly
A feathered minstrel of the Summer in the sunny southern sky
A musical speck in the vast Universe in the cloud World he did sing
To listen to the lark's song is always quite a pleasant thing
High above a sunlit paddock close to the Pacific shore
A song i first heard more than sixty years ago above the heights of Claramore
When i was just a young one twenty years short of my prime
But since then many Seasons since this is going back in time
The young boy of the early fifties is an aging man today
And time has left him feeling weary and his balding head is gray
And though what has been has gone forever the memories remain
And the carolling of a skylark takes him to the past again
From a paddock near Port Fairy close to the Pacific shore
To the slopes of Clara Mountain high above green Claramore.