Birds and Morning Glory
The skies they be electric blue
On a morning pure and bright
I stand there in my lovely garden
And I feel such sweet delight
As I look up in the Banksia tree
And shrouded there in mystery
Five Pink Galahs against the sky
They come into my gazing eyes.
So Rosy pink these parrots be
These wondrous cockatoos
And God, they look so wonderful
Against the sky so blue
As the morning Glory climbs the tree
All wild and loose and fancy free
And seek s to reach the blessed sky
Such beauty there, oh my, oh my.
The morning flows into my being
Those birds, those trees, that Morning glory
Fill me with ecstasy
Oh so much potent energy
And so much lovely mystery
I see within this morning scene
At one with life, and so serene.