Their Old Country Town

The teenagers most of them leave for cities far away
And the ageing and the old in the country town stay
And the Seasons they come and the Seasons they go
And the creek from the foothills to the river does flow
Yet those born here and who will die here love their country town
And to find fault with their place is to them a put down
Criticism of their town they do not wish to hear
Their parents and grandparents were born and died here,
In the park of the country town the wild birds do sing
And the green paddocks nearby wear their flowers of the Spring
No factory chimney puffing smoke to the sky
Where the singing bushlark is singing as he fly
The capeweed are blooming in their yellow flowers
And the goldfinches are singing in the October showers.