Between Loch And Wonthaggi

I'd love to be between Loch and Wonthaggi
Where mountain creek through small wood winds it's way
And join the Powlett river down the hill
That flows into the sea at Powlett bay.

All through the spring the white backed magpie sing
He fly to blackwood tree at dawn of day
And in the silent dawn his music ring
And his voice can be heard a quarter mile away.

The teenager next door swears at his mum
His words are coarse his voice grate in the ear
Oh for the peace of the Wonthaggi hills
The magpie's voice I'd much prefer to hear

There is no peace where many people dwell
All day the noise of traffic up and down
But I've found peace on the South Gippsland hills
The quiet hills the other side of town.

I'd love to be between Loch and Wonthaggi
Where mountain creek through small wood winds it's way
And join the Powlett river down the hill
That flows into the sea at Powlett bay.