The sun lights up the high paddocks nearby
And there is a stillness in the evening sky
Close to mid winter yet it seems like spring
Yet magpie only bird that I hear sing.
By stands of blackwoods and wattles the old creek winds it's way
On towards the sea it journeys night and day
Swelled by smaller creeks to a river it grow
And deepen and move slowly as near to the sea it flow.
It may be winter but the landscape looks green
Though nature at her finest yet not seen
By september the spring will bring her flowers
And the paddocks will grow lush and greener after warm spring showers.
A winter evening in early july
And the sun is shining in the clear blue sky
And the magpie fluting on the blackwood tree
Seems like a day in early spring to me.
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