The Old Creek

The creek from the high country babbles on down
Through the flat and dry paddocks by the old country town
Through the home of echidna, wallaby and roo
And long billed corella and sulphur crested cockatoo
On towards the big river that to the ocean does flow
Through the dry and brown paddocks it ripples on slow
It was old long before the birth of the first pale eyed crow
And of the age of the old creek anyone would not know
On long gone Summer evenings by it's banks in the shade of the trees
Australia's first people danced their corroborees
But time brings with it changes as the wise one does say
And no didgeridoo is heard by the old creek today
With a rippling tongue it flows slow and brown
In the flat and dry paddocks by the country town.