The Moyne

By Griffith Island dark deep and slow
The waters of the Moyne to the Pacific flow
By old Port Fairy with claims to renown
As a holiday and music festival Town
The age of the Moyne anyone does not know
It was very old long before the birth of the first pale eyed crow
An old River of South West Victoria that has inspired song, story and rhyme
Was centuries old before the Dreaming Time
Though no visible memories left for to honor their fame
South West Victoria's first people for the Moyne would have had another name
And though nobody knows where their last remains lay
Legends and myths are living of them today
But long after the last human being from South West Victoria has gone
The Moyne to the Pacific will be rippling on.