I heard the kookaburra laugh 

In the early morning of December 

The warm wind kissed the gum leaves

As the dry dust swept across the golden soil 

 

The wattles dressed in the morning light 

Danced with the river torrent

As the sun grew with courage 

And scorched the land below 

 

A man on horseback flicks his cigarette 

And rides off into the distance 

A spark ignites the parched grass

Growing with the wind 

 

The laugh of the kookaburra grows silent 

As the roar of the flames takes over 

Screaming across the country

By night the fire has silenced 

The kookaburra sings a sad song