Brown Storm Water Flowing

Brown storm water flowing to the river in every stream, rill and drain
And the mountains are cloaked in the gray fogs of rain
And cattle in farmyard sheds are bellowing for silage or hay
North of this Country in sky miles far away

Above the bare fields with a cold chill
The wild winds of January blowing from the hill
And howling aloud in the bare deciduous trees
In weather temperatures below the zero degrees

In this sunny countryside the air full of the buzzing of flies and of bees
And white butterflies are dancing in the warm breeze
And above the brown paddocks the dark welcome swallows fly
On pursuit of flying insects in the blue sky

Quite a contrast to a land from here far away
Where the cold winds of Winter are blowing today
And brown storm water flowing in every rill, stream and drain
To the far away river swollen by heavy rain.