Carol Of The Birds Out on the plains the brolgas are dancing Lifting their feet like war horses prancing Up to the sun the woodlarks 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 Carols of bushbirds are rising and falling Orana! Orana! Orana to Christmas Day All graphics on this site are made by me, apart from those where I have given credit. I have used tubes and tutorials that I believe are free to use found on the web or that belong to me, my family or friends Thank you for the lilacs Geoff Please if you find something on my site that you believe is yours leave me a message in the guest book so I can give credit where it is due. None of the poems that I have used do I claim as mine but some do belong to my family, If you are the owner of these other beautiful words and would like me to credit you or sadly remove them please will you leave me a message.