Blind Maree

She know by the voices of the birds what bird she's listening to
The crimson rosella's bell like notes the spotted dove's soft coo
The myna and the currawong she know them by their voice
She listen by her window she listen and rejoice,
She calls her mother 'mummy dear' listen to the currawong
And listen to the magpie sing he sing a sweeter song,
She can tell by listening to the birds that days of Spring are here
And the voices of the wild and free sweet music to her ears,
The young boys living down the road nicknamed her 'Blind Maree'
But they don't seem to understand that by her ears she see
Her useless eyes receives no light dark as the sightless mole
But her ears sensitive to sound the channel to her soul
And she know the voice of every bird and she love the wild and free
And a clever and contented girl is happy blind Maree.