In Windy Old Illowa

In Illowa the wild winds of July blow
And in the land drains brown rain water flow
This morning there were heavy showers of rain
But of this you will not hear the farmer once complain
For with the Spring and warmer and drier weather near
Rain it is needed at this time of year
And by the weather forecast more wind and rain on the way
Quite typical for mid Winter one might say
Yet the magpies warbling so pleasant for to hear
The birds who sing every day of the year
And on a low branch of a wattle tree
The magpie lark is calling out pee wee
And in windy old Illowa in July
The winds of Winter raging in the sky.