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The Carol of the Birds (Wheeler/James)

Out on the plains the brolgas are dancing Lifting their feet like warhorses 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 bush birds rising and falling Orana! Orana! Orana to Christmas Day.

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