Thinking Of Olinda

Olinda the hill of the mountain ash trees
That can be heard soughing in the freshening breeze
That blow up the rise across the higher ground
In a place of great beauty where peace does abound
Where the songs of the currawongs foretell of rain
In my flights of fancy I hear them again
And the loud calls of the kookaburras unmelodious though clear
Though far off the hills to my heart ever near
The summit of Yarra Ranges countryside
Olinda for it's beauty is known far and wide
An Earthly Utopia such places are rare
For natural beauty with the best it can surely compare
In my flights of fancy I am walking today
In the high mountain woodlands from here far away.