The Blue Mountains is my Backyard

The Blue Mountains is my backyard

A place that I call home,

Despite our floods, snow, and bushfires,

There’s nowhere else I’d rather roam.

Beneath the ferns and moss on rocks

Beware the native beasties,

Bell frogs, blue tongues, and funnel-webs

And those serpent black and red bellies.

From our home among the Gum trees

Which makes the Mountains blue,

To our Rhododendron festival

And Botanical Gardens too.

We have legends from the Dreamtime

Imprints on Red Hands Cave walls,

Where our ancestors became the Three Sisters

And they laughed at Mini Ha Ha Falls.

The Blue Mountains have lookouts and canyons galore

Even a Skyway if you can believe,

And if I had it my way,

I’d never, ever leave.