Whenever I'm In Swanston

So many different peoples of every different race

Whenever I'm in Swanston street I long for a quieter place

Far from the World of bustle and the noisy city street

Out there in the quiet countryside where the rill and river meet.

Whenever I'm is Swanston street I cannot feel at ease

I smell smog and pollution in the foul city breeze

The sidewalks crowded with people as they bustle to and fro

But each to their own as some might say and it happens to be so.

I am not a city type of person that sort of lifestyle would not suit me

I love the coastal countryside and the cliffs that overlook the sea

To watch the fishing gannets plunge down from a great height

With folded wings into saltwater a most amazing sight.

The city scene or city ways I never could embrace

And whenever I'm in Swanston street I feel so out of place

Many people love the city life each to their own rings true

But I'd prefer the quieter place the home of the wild roo.