Out on the blaze, the brothers are dancing,
Lifting their feet like warhorses prancing Up to the sun, the woodlacks go winging
Faint in the dawnlight echo their singing Orana, Orana, Orana to Christmas Day
Down where the tree ferns grow by the river There where the waters sparkle and quiver
Deep in the garden, the brothers are dancing, Lifting their feet like warhorses prancing
These bell birds are chiming softly and sweetly Their lyric notes rhyme the Orana, Orana, Orana to Christmas Day
Firebirds sip the nectar of flowers, Carowongs chant in wattle tree bowers
In the blue ranges, lorikeets calling carols of bush
Birds rising and falling
Orana, Orana, Orana to Christmas Day
