From The Fields Of

From the fields of the rook and the silver back crow
Where the green and rank rushes in clusters do grow
I went to see life in the big World out there
To the vast and far southern Continent where

The pee wee does sing at the dawn of the day
From the place of my younger years in miles far away
The land of wallaby, emu, koala, wombat and roo
And kookaburra, lyrebird, rosella, lorikeet and cockatoo

Where in the town parks the warble of the singing magpies one often does hear
The birds who do sing every day of the year
And every day in Nature's wild garden there is so much to see
In the home of the eucalypt and the wattle and the pittosporum tree

The lust of the wander is an amazing thing
Of it the writers do write and the singers do sing
Those with it in their first home-place never do stay
They move to big towns and cities from there far away

It has been awhile since i have seen the bluebells blooming in Spring on the ditch of bohreen
Though in my memory the fields of my young years remain evergreen
And though in places far south of my first home-place i have been
So little of the big World out there i can claim to have seen.