The Wattle I see it, wattle-flower, Its golden blooms In the soft Australian sun, Framing the hills, Smiling in the breeze, A bright serenity, Sweet scent that hovers, A promise of warmth, In the heart of the bush.
- R E D Evans
The Wattle I see it, wattle-flower, Its golden blooms In the soft Australian sun, Framing the hills, Smiling in the breeze, A bright serenity, Sweet scent that hovers, A promise of warmth, In the heart of the bush.