Carol of the Birds
Out on the plains the Brolgas are dancing
Lifting their feet like war-horses prancing
Up to the sun the wood larks go winging
Faint in the dawn light echoes their singing
Orana, Orana, Orana to Christmas Day
Down where the tree ferns grow by the river
There where the waters sparkle and quiver
Deep in the gullies bell birds are chiming
Softly and sweetly their lyric notes rhyming
Orana, Orana, Orana to Christmas Day
Friar birds sip the nectar of flowers
Currawongs chant in wattle tree bowers
In the blue ranges lorikeets calling
Carol of bush birds rising and falling
Orana, Orana, Orana to Christmas Day.