Carol Of the Birds

CAROL OF THE BIRDS

WORDS BY JOHN WHEELER
MUSIC BY WILLIAM G. JAMES

KEY Eb

4 4 -4 5 -5b 6 -6b 6 -5b 5
Out on the plains the brol-gas are danc-ing

-4 4 5 -5b 6 -6b -6 -6b 6 -5b
Lift-ing their feet like war-hor-ses pranc-ing

5 5 4 6 5 4 -4 5 -5b -4
Up to the sun the wood-larks go wing-ing

4 4 5 4 -4 5 -5b 6 6 -6b
Faint in the dawn light ech-oes their sing-ing

4 -4 6 4 -4 6 5 -5b-6b -4 -5b 5 -4
O-ra-na! O-ra-na! O-ra-na to Christ-mas Day.

VERSE 2

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.

VERSE 3

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.