A Midsummer In A Southern Land

The Lorikeets on the lawn
A new day is dawn
The Sun King raises his hand
Mr. Blackbird hops about
His wife so devout
It’s Midsummer in this Southern land
Galahs gather seed
It is a time of need
His radiance begins to expand
The sun on my skin
The early morning din
It’s Midsummer in this Southern land
Southern land
My Southern land
It’s Midsummer in my Southern land
The magpies sing their song
They pipe through the throng
His warmth for this merry band
The day is full of cheer
It’s becoming quite clear
It’s Midsummer in this Southern land
His power is at its peak
The birds cease to speak
All in awe of heat so grand
They all take a rest
For we are truly blessed
For it’s Midsummer in this Southern land
Southern land
My Southern land
It’s Midsummer in my Southern land
The wind of the North
Has born forth
Dirt and dust and topsoil and sand
He breathes his dry breath
And brings us life and death
It’s Midsummer in this Southern land
It’s now late in the day
And we all think of play
As sea breeze rolls in as planned
The birds begin to sing
They praise the Sun Kin
For it’s Midsummer in this Southern land
Southern land
My Southern land
It’s Midsummer in my Southern land
The sun has now set
But we never forget
In harshness life will withstand
Bearded Dragon’s home
But Gecko’s out to roam
For Midsummer treats in this Southern land
Chorus to fade
Southern land
My Southern land
It’s Midsummer in my Southern land