Carol of the Birds - Australian Christmas Carol

Out on the plains the brolga’s are dancing
Lifting their feet like war horses prancing
Up to the sun the woodlarks go winging
Faint in the dawn light echoes their singing

Orana! Orana! Orana to Christmas Day!
Orana! Orana! Orana to Christmas Day!

Down where the tree ferns grow by the river
There where the water sparkle and shiver
Deep in the gullies the bell birds are chiming
Softly and sweetly their lyric notes rhyming

Orana! Orana! Orana to Christmas Day!
Orana! Orana! Orana to Christmas Day!

Friar birds sip the nectar of flowers
Currawong’s chant in wattle tree bowers
In the blue ranges lorikeets calling
Carols of bushland rising and falling

Orana! Orana! Orana to Christmas Day!
Orana! Orana! Orana to Christmas Day!