Currawong Song Poem by Allan James Saywell

Currawong- -Currawong
Black bird in a tree
They call in the morning
They call in the night
Call for the rain
Call for their mate
Call for you to throw them some bread
Their yellow eyes catches the light
Currawong- -Currawong
Sing me your song
Beautiful blackbird who sing it so long
Though I know its the rain
You cry out for
You cry in the morning
Till I rise from my bed
Currawong- Currawong
Black bird in my song