All so blue and green and brown,
The lazy, lonely little town
Invited nothing much when I
Came down the hill to hurry by.
And then I heard a pixie sing.
Was it a child upon a swing?
A woman waved from a white door,
Or Spring in flowery pinafore?
My heart grew light. I know not why,
And I sang, too, as I passed by
That lazy, lonely little town,
All so blue and green and brown.
First published in The Sydney Morning Herald, 10 October 1938
