I climb the high paddock that skirts the woodland
Alone with Nature my old dog and me.
I feel a deep love for this grand old country
From the high ground such splendid scenery
A pleasant day with sporadic spells of sunshine
The better things in life are always free.
The rufous whistler whistling in the woodland
Pipe much the same notes over and again
Long after he has finished with his singing
His music in my memory will remain.
On quarter acre affected by dieback
On faded trees the green bellbirds i hear
Their bell like notes can never be mistaken
And they sing all day and twelve months of the year
I love these times alone with Mother Nature
In quiet place away from noisy street
And I love the high paddock just out of Belgrave
By the woodland where peace and beauty meet.
All alone with Mother Nature and my old dog
From the high ground such splendid scenery
On a day in Spring and all the birds are singing
And the better things in life are always free.