The First Day Of Winter

The first day of Winter and the rain is bucketing down
On the galvanize roofs of the old border town
And the heavy wind howls in the town parkland trees
And a temperature high of just 13 degrees
The sound of the rain on his roof the farmer happy to hear
Financially for him it has been a bad year
His paddocks long brown are beginning to green
And a great change in fortune of late he has seen
The breeding frogs singing in the roadside drain
And the magpie he sings in the wind and the rain
Business slow for the town traders on a wet and windy day
But we do need the rain they are happy to say
And the rain from the dark sky is bucketing down
On the roofs and the sheds of the old border town.