The Hopkins River

In a journey of a hundred kilometers or more
To Warrnambool in south west Victoria to the Pacific shore
Through a mostly flat countryside it winds on it's way
Towards the Blue Hole at the end of it's journey by night and by day
The river that has inspired song, story and rhyme
Was a very old waterway even in the Dreamtime
Long before it got it's English name in Summer by it's banks in the shade of the trees
Australia's first people danced their corroborees
The rivers like the mountains in time every old
Their true history in book form will never be told
To the ancient paddocks many Seasons have come and gone
Where the river now known as the Hopkins to the ocean flows on
From it's source far from the ocean it slowly winds it's way
To the Blue Hole near Warrnambool by night and by day.