The blackened gums stand silent in the late evening chill
And blackened desolation all along the blackened hill
No signs of life around here and no birds here to sing
And smell of ash and burn out in wood near Hepburn Springs.
How many feathered minstrels have fled this wood distressed
And left behind their nestlings to burn in their nest
And how many little creatures have roasted in the flame?
In act of human treachery and man must take the blame.
A senseless pyromaniac put torch to Hepburn Wood
To satisfy his cravings his actions were not good
Thousands of beautiful gum trees left blackened and destroyed
And thousands of nest bound creatures in killer flames have died.
Time will bring regeneration and birds will come to sing
And build their nests and raise their young in wood near Hepburn Springs
But there will be fewer birds and animals which really seems a shame
Due to act of human treachery and man must take the blame
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