The magpie pipes the dawn in on high branch of blackwood tree br And silver gulls are calling in Cowes by the sea br And the sooty oystercatchers are whistling as they fly br And pied shag standing on the beach with his wings hung out to dry. br br The magpie lark is singing his voice one can't mistake br He is one that you hear often or just before daybreak br In fork of branch his partner sits in her mud nest br Her unborn young growing in the eggs kept warm beneath her breast. br br The streets of Cowes deserted no cars pass up and down br And all seems very peaceful in Phillip Island's Premier Town br But from late December until February though early you may wake br You will see holiday makers on the beach at daybreak. br br In Cowes in Phillip Island the dawn is breaking gray br And the streets and beach deserted a pleasant time of day br The Town park by the ocean is looking fresh and green br And an artist on his canvas might glorify this scene.