The Brown Wannon Waters

The brown Wannon waters to the Pacific flow
Through the land of the grey roo and the pale eyed crow
The river that has inspired story and rhyme
That has flowed to the sea through the history of time
In Summer in the age of the Dreamtime in the shade of the trees
Australia's first people danced their Corroborees
They danced and they sang to the didgeridoo
In the home of the wallaby and the weerloo
That displacement was their lot does seem sad to say
But it is said that their spirits are living today
They dance by the Wannon in the pale moonlight
In the land that was their's in the dead of the night
Where the brown Wannon waters babble on their way
To the distant ocean by night and by day.