Colin Buchanan
Carol of the Birds
[Verse 1]
Out on the plains, the brolgas are dancing
Lifting their feet like horses prancing
Up to the sun, the woodlarks go winging
Faint in the dawn light echoes their singing

[Refrain]
Orana! Orana! Orana to Christmas Day!

[Verse 2]
Down where the tree ferns grow by the river
There where the waters sparkle and quiver
Deep in the gullies, bellbirds are chiming
Softly and sweetly their lyric notes rhyming

[Refrain]
Orana! Orana! Orana to Christmas Day!

[Verse 3]
Friarbirds sip the nectar of flowers
Currawongs chant in wattle-tree bowers
In the blue ranges lorikeets calling
Carols of bush birds are rising and falling

[Verse 4]
Down wherе the tree ferns grow by the rivеr
There where the waters sparkle and quiver
Deep in the gullies, bellbirds are chiming
Softly and sweetly their lyric notes rhyming
[Refrain]
Orana! Orana! Orana to Christmas Day!
(Orana! Orana! Orana to Christmas Day!)

[Verse 5]
Friarbirds sip the nectar of flowers
Currawongs chant in wattle-tree bowers
In the blue ranges lorikeets calling
Carols of bush birds are rising and falling

[Verse 6]
Out on the plains, the brolgas are dancing
Lifting their feet like horses prancing
Up to the sun, the woodlarks go winging
Faint in the dawn light echoes their singing

[Refrain]
Orana! Orana! Orana to Christmas Day!
(Orana!) Orana! Orana to Christmas Day!
(Orana!) Orana! Orana to Christmas Day!