Whenever I'm In Swanston Street

So many different peoples of every different race
Whenever I'm in Swanston street I long for a quieter place
Far from the world of bustle and the noisy city street
Out there in the quiet countryside where the rill and river meet.

Whenever I'm in Swanston Street I cannot feel at ease
I smell smog and pollution in the foul city breeze
The sidewalks crowded with people as they bustle to and fro
But each to their own as some might say and it happens to be so.

I am not a city type of person that sort of lifestyle would not suit me
I love the coastal countryside and the cliffs that overlook the sea
To watch the fishing gannets plunge down from a great height
With folded wings into saltwater a most amazing sight.

The city scene or city ways I never could embrace
And whenever I'm in Swanston Street I feel so out of place
Many people love the city life each to their own rings true
But I'd prefer the quieter place the home of the wild roo.