The Moyne

In fancy i can hear the dark pale eyed crow
In a paddock near Port Fairy where the Moyne waters flow
Close to the end of it's journey to the Pacific shore
Where it has flowed forever and will forever more
Backed up by the Pacific as it nears Griffith Island it silently  does crawl slow
How old are the rivers would anyone know
They have inspired writers to story and rhyme
And were very old in the age of the dinosaurs and the Dreamtime
Long before people did give to it a name
And long before the first Australians to the coastal lands came
The Moyne the old river slowly wound it's way
On to the pacific by night and by day
To the south west Victoria's country the Seasons have come and the Seasons have gone
But the Moyne to the Ocean forever flows on.