Saturday Evening In Old Penshurst Town

It is Saturday evening in old Penshurst Town
On Bell Street few cars and trucks pass up and down
In view of Mt Rouse the stony brown hill
Where from Season to Season time seems to stand still

Penshurst is a quiet Town in the volcanic stony countryside
Where peace and natural beauty through time does abide
No factory chimney puffing gray smoke to the sky
Where the weather at most times is sunny and dry

A place that has inspired song, story and rhyme
That was very old even in the Dreamtime
Too stony and dry for to plough for grain
Where the thirsty paddocks welcome every drop of rain

For Mt Rouse Kolor was it's Aboriginal name
To have existed perhaps forever one of it's claims to fame
Where long before the arrival of Europeans Kolor's first people had their Corroborees
On warm Summer evenings in the shade of the trees

Saturday evening in old Penshurst Town
On Bell Street few cars and trucks pass up and down
In the shadows of Mt Rouse of the brown and stony face
A quiet and beautiful Town in a beautiful place.