The magpie’s voice herald the morning and grey shrike thrush sing all the day
I’d love to go back to Kallista to home of the great ‘mountain gray’.
I’d love to go back to Kallista to home of the tallest gum tree
The mountain ash giant of the forest there’s none so majestic as he
The wattle and blackwood and tree fern that stand only thirteen foot tall
They grow in the woods at Kallista the giant to the medium and small.
Back home in the woods of Kallista the lyrebird now sing and display
His voice known to carry some distance can be heard three furlongs away
The laughter of the kookaburra, the call of the white cockatoo
The king parrot of many colours the red and the green and the blue.
A pall of gray cover the city the distant hills cannot be seen
And i long for the quiet of the mountains the woods that are peaceful and green
It’s not very hard to imagine and it’s quite easy to visualize
I know of a place that is peaceful away from the traffic and noise.
October has come to the City but i know of a greener Spring
Back home in the woods of Kallista the nesting birds whistle and sing
I give vent to imagination and it’s not hard to visualize
And i am away from the City away from the traffic and noise.