The Avoca River in stormwater of brown
Recently overflowed in the park by Avoca Town
As it raged on it's journey to the Pacific far away
In the flattened grass of the park signs of where the flood has been today
A waterway honored in song, story and rhyme
It was very old even in the Dreamtime
How old are the waterways would anyone know
Through thousands of centuries of time from the foothills they flow
To the faraway ocean by night and by day
On their meanderings journeys through the flat-lands they stray
On a journey for them to be forever more
Their waters do flow to the great ocean shore
The Avoca River does babble on down
Through the green sunlit park by old Avoca Town.
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