If I could only describe the beauty around me
The treed hills by the ocean of beautiful Broulee
The cormorant on volcanic rock with wings stretched out to dry
With feathers wet from fishing he finds it hard to fly.
Today we've not seen sunshine between the showers of rain
And the forecast for tomorrow is showery once again
But every drop is welcome as summer days draw near
And december to march always the dry months of the year.
The coastal lands of south eastern New South Wales have never looked so green
And flowers red, white and blue and yellow in plenty to be seen
The so called sunburnt country not looking brown today
And silver gulls are mewing and skies are looking gray.
The coastal lands are lush and green bordering the southern sea
And the wattlebird is calling on the flowering Banksia tree
And were I a poet I would describe the splendid scenery
And the quiet bay by the treed hills of beautiful Broulee.
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