Hush, My Small Biraghlee

Hush, hush, my small Briaghlee.
Shadows are falling far over the sea.
High in the tree tops possum is swinging,
Night birds are winging across the dim sky.
Little night creatures come from their hiding.
Koala peeps thru his window of leaves.
Wombat is seeking, small tender rootlets,
While the night spider her silken web weaves.
Let your small spirit drift to the dreamtime
Where the great tribes thru the years have returned.
They will caress you, guard you and bless you
in their safe keeping my small Biraghlee.
My small Biraghlee.