Old Tarwin

On towards Tarwin Lower by Inverloch Town
Old Tarwin is flowing in waters of brown
Though an old countryside quite  old in the Dreamtime
That has  often inspired to creativity the  makers of story and rhyme
In long gone Summers out of the sun in the shade of the trees
Australia's first people danced their corroborees
Close to the brown bank of where Tarwin does flow
In the home  of the  gray roo and the pale eyed crow
But South Gippsland first people will dance never more
Where Tarwin flows on to the Pacific shore
To be as old as the country it flows in is  it's great claim to fame
And long before the  arrival of Australia's second race of people it had another name
Like Nature's Seasons  people to life come and go but the river remain
And in fancy by old Tarwin i often walk again.