Where The Powlett Does Flow

Above the scrubland of Kilcunda the lark sing as he fly
A musical speck in the grey of the sky
And on a stunted gum tree a black pale eyed crow
Utters his long drawn out caws where old Powlett does flow
On by the sand dunes to the Pacific shore
Where it has flowed forever and will flow forever more
In the home of South Gippsland's first people the legendary Bunurong
In the long gone centuries to this country they did belong
They hunted and fished and had their corroborees
In Summer by the Powlett in the shade of the trees
Above their old home-place the lark sings today
A musical speck in the clouds of gray
And on a stunted gum tree a black pale eyed crow
Is cawing in the quiet of the morning where the Powlett does flow