The Old Wannon River

In the Geriwerd Ranges of scrub, bushes and trees
Where the dark tribes once lived and had their corroborees
The old Wannon River babbles on night and day
Through the treed countryside to the sea far away
As old as the land through which it does flow
The age of the Wannon anyone does not know
Poems and stories about it are written and told
In the age of the dinosaurs it was very old
Through the Geriwerd ranges towards the Pacific shore
The old Wannon River will flow forever more
The rivers are as old as the hills one might say
Long before the first human being looked on the lamp of day
For as long as the trees and the flowers and the grass has been growing
The waterways to the oceans have been flowing.