In The Home Of The Bunurong

In fancy i can hear the brown lark in song
Above the spiritual home-place of the Bunurong
South Gippsland's first tribe the people of the Dreamtime
They have become the legends of story and rhyme

Where the Powlett through the scrub-land near the Pacific crawls slow
In the home of the wombat and the pale eyed crow
Long before written history this Country was old
It's true history in book form will never be told

In the distance the huge foaming surf waves do roar
As they crash on the sandbanks of the Pacific shore
To where the Bunurong hunted and fished in centuries long gone
The Seasons come and go and Nature lives on

In fancy i can see the Powlett flowing brown
Through the scrub of Kilcunda close to Wonthaggi Town
In the Spiritual home of South Gippsland's first people the Bunurong
Their legend lives today in story and song.