It is there autumn song that they sing in the late afternoon breezes
unfolding its blankets for the evening time
They are my friends
Whenever they call I answer from my heart
There sounds have become my words
I will know them always wherever I am
Always currawongs calling me
And I will answer from my heart
Currawongs
The currawongs are calling
It is an autumn song they sing
of late afternoon breezes
the day unfolding blankets for the evening time
They are my friends
when they call I answer from my heart
There sounds have become my words
wherever I am I will know them always
Always the the currawongs calling me and I answer from my heart