The Dark Tarwin River

In the places of the wallaby and the pale eyed crow
It crawls through the flat country deep, dark and slow
It has inspired writers to song, story and rhyme
The dark Tarwin River so ancient in time
On long gone Summer days in the shade of the trees
South Gippsland's first people had their corroborees
They danced to the strains of the didgeridoo
In their dances of Nature from the movements of emu and wombat and roo
Many centuries centuries before the first white strangers came
And called their country South Gippsland by name
Yet the honor of South Gippsland's first people their tribe does retain
And by the dark Tarwin waters their ghosts do remain
And the old Tarwin River flows on night and day
Towards the Pacific near Tarwin Lower and Venus Bay.