Where Bass Waters Flow

In my flights of fancy the pale eyed crow
Caws on a black wattle near where Bass waters flow
In South West Gippsland on it's way to the Pacific shore
In a babble that will live forever more
Long before South Gippsland and Bass was was given it's name
And centuries before the first people to Australia came
The old water-way to the ocean did flow
How old is the Bass would anyone know?
In long gone Summers near the river in the shade of the trees
Australia's first people danced their corroborees
Since then many Seasons have come and have gone
But the old water-way to the ocean flows on
It's journey in the flat countryside to the ocean shore
In a babbling voice that will live forever more.