|Holograms displayed on the facade of the NSW Conservatorium of Music|
|Carol of the Birds (Verse 1 of 3)|
Out on the plains the brolgas are dancing,
Lifting their feet like war horses prancing,
Up to the sun the woodlarks go winging,
Faint in the dawn light echoes they're singing,
Orana! Orana! Orana to Christmas Day.