The sea spray and smell of fresh sea weed that was washed in by the morning tide
A freshening wind blow from the ocean and across the coastal countryside.
At Killarney beach in Victoria between Port Fairy and Warrnambool
The day it was warm and humid the evening is windy and cool
A beautiful part of the World in a place where the land meets the sea
A magpie he sings on the foreshore on a high branch of a wattle tree.
I once lived not that far from Killarney even as the crow flies from here far away
A place too renowned for it’s beauty though quite different to what I see today
A place far inland from the ocean surrounded by high bracken hills
Renowned for it’s lakes of great beauty quite clear from the fresh sparkling rills
That flow into them from the mountains the mountains that are far north of here
Though often in my wild flights of fancy the song of the robin I hear
In Spring in the wood in Killarney that with here share only one thing in common a name
Though they both are quite beautiful places no two beauties ever the same.