The Powlett River

From the hills above Kilcunda it meandes it's way down
Through the scrubland near the Pacific in it's babbling tongue of brown
As old as the land it flows in close to Wonthaggi Town
It's strong links to the Dreamtime one of it's claims to renown

On warm Summer days centuries ago in the shade of the trees
By the river now known as Powlett South Gippsland's first people had their corroborees
They had their social evenings of dancing and of song
The ancient tribe of people known as the Bunurong

They enjoyed their social gatherings and played their didgeridoos
And in the scrublands with their dingos they hunted kangaroos
But time brings with it changes and nothing seems to last
Though they live in oral history from cednturies of the past

To the Powlett countryside the Seasons come and go
And time that is never ending becomes everybody's foe
But the river from the high ground will babble on forever more
Through the scrublands of Kilcunda to the brown Pacific shore.