Kilcunda

The freshness of the coastal breeze blowing up from the sea
Where the wattlebird sing on a flowering banksia tree
And in the warmth of the sun in the quiet of mid day
To these old green hills peace has come for to stay.

In Kilcunda on a hill overlooking the sea
The water calm and deep blue as far as one can see
The Indigenous Bunurong tribe hunted and fished here many centuries ago
And of the workings of Nature so much they did know.

A new race of people and the black tribes have gone
But their spirits in Kilcunda will always live on
And the cliffs above the sea have not changed much in time
In this place of beauty that inspire poets to rhyme.

A woman I know has this dream and that is she say
For to buy a nice home in Kilcunda one day
With Shelly beach from her door just a five minutes walk away
A beautiful place to grow old in and gray.

On this sunny saturday afternoon In May in the fall
Above the high cliffs the Pacific gulls call
And the sea down below looks so calm deep and blue
And I feel entranced by the beautiful view.