Tarwin Lower

To sleepy Tarwin Lower the seasons come and go
And through the flatlands by the sea the cold winds of june blow
And though winter gales bring heavy rains and the weather glass is low
In Tarwin close to Venus Bay it never seems to snow.

Out on the saltwater inlet the dabchick dive for prey
True marine birds from deep waters they never seem to stray
And kookaburras call aloud on branch of blackwood tree
In the early morning and at dusk to mark their territory.

On my last trip to Tarwin Lower 'twas in the early spring
On a balmy day in september I heard the shrike thrush sing
And o'er the coastal paddock the lark upwards did fly
And pleasant was his carolling in the bright and sunny sky.

A winter day in Tarwin Lower the old village seems quiet
And rain pools by the roadway it has rained overnight
But in a couple of months from now the nesting birds will sing
And the coastal paddocks lush and green will wear their flowers of spring.