The Merri

It crawls to the Pacific dark, deep and slow
The age of the Merri anyone does not know
Perhaps it has been flowing since the dawn of time
The river that has inspired song, story and rhyme
Where on long gone Summer evenings the local first Australians danced their corroborees
Close to the river in the shade of the trees
Long before the northern people to the south west came
For the river now known as the Merri they had their own name
Since then many Seasons have come and have gone
But the old Merri river to Warrnambool , Lake Pertobe and the ocean crawls on
The people like the Seasons do come and do go
And eventually time becomes everyone's foe
But the Merri to Warrnambool to the Pacific shore
Slowly flows onwards as it will forever more.