By The Moyne River

In the grey of the morning a dark pale eyed crow
Is cawing on a gum tree near where the Moyne waters flow
On it's way to Port Fairy Town to the Pacific shore
Where it has flowed to forever and will forever more

Going back in time to the long ago
And many Seasons two centuries or so
In Summer evenings by the river in the shade of the trees
Australia's first people had their corroborees

But that was before people from far away
Came to live in the countryside known as the Moyne Shire today
No corroborees by the Moyne River today
That time with it brings changes only true to say

Though eventually time becomes everyone's foe
And the Seasons do come and the Seasons do go
The Moyne in the coastal lands deep, dark and slow
On towards the Pacific silently flow.