Rita is still recovering from a big shock this Sunday morning! The vicar has just given her a Christmas card and letter from her son back in Australia! She has not heard from him for many many years because she had to leave him with his father when he was a young boy. She is just so thrilled that he has finally found her and she him! Her son, Christopher, discovered that his mother had moved to England to make a new life for herself and it was the vicar who told him that she was living in his parish but on the streets.
Rita and the vicar reminisce about their time at home back in Australia and remember singing Australian Christmas carols in church..... ...........they particularly remember this one below this morning as it reminds them of Australia and its' wonderful wildlife!..........
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Christmas time, the birds all sing,
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And if you were there, you would’ve seen the wise old kangaroo: | |
O, I’ve starved in droughts and swum the floods, CHO |
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And if you were there, you would’ve heard the wise little bandicoot: |
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O, I’ve snuffled and fossicked the midnight scrub, CHORUS |
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And if you were there, you would’ve heard the wise old noisy crow: |
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I’ve flown this land seen many a baby, CHORUS Printed
here with permission. |