Above The Flat Paddocks

Where the rank grass in clusters on the damp ground does grow
Above the flat paddocks where the Moyne waters flow
In the sunshine the larks and the pipits are singing today
With the first of the calendar Spring less than twelve hours away
For the time of year the weather quite okay
The sun it is shining in the sky blue and gray
The song of the male blackbird so pleasant to hear
His distinctive notes so melodious and clear
At twelve o clock this evening on the stroke of midnight
The magpies will be singing in the moonlight
When Spring will arrive in the coastal Moyne Shire
To be living to greet her what more could one desire
Above the damp paddocks in the sunlit sky
The larks and the pipits do sing as they fly.