Belgrave Town

On the Burwood Highway cars and trucks buzz up and down
Through Upwey and Tecoma and the main street of Belgrave Town
Those cars and trucks that seem to multiply
On the mountain roads of Melbourne's outer eastern suburbs as the years go by
To Belgrave Town the Seasons come and go
And few there nowadays I can claim to know
On the hills above the Town the mountain ash stand tall
Compared to them most other trees seem small
In the high woods from mid Winter through the Spring
The lyrebird on his mound does often sing
The songs of his neighbor birds in his song he recall
In the World of Birds the greatest mimic of them all
In the place of many a giant eucalypt tree
Those hills that once were home from home to me.