This Morning In The Cold Gray Dawn

This morning in the cold gray dawn i heard the magpie sing
In the depths of Winter in July five weeks from the calendar Spring
His beautiful warbling flute like notes floating in the breeze across the sunless sky
His kind warble all through the year and to sing are never shy
In the depths of the Winter a coldness in the showers
Yet the wattles look resplendent cloaked in their yellow flowers
The countryside is looking green as it does this time of year
And every cold gray Winter dawn to Spring brings us ever near
This morning in the cold gray dawn on low branch of a tree
The magpie lark as he raised and lowered his wings was calling out pee wee
In the depths of the Winter a low of four degrees
Blowing uphill from the ocean a chilly freshening breeze
But a bird who feels the urge to sing at all times of the year
The warbling of a magpie a pleasant sound to hear.