The beautiful young woman from where old Tarwin flow
Through the lands of the Bunurong slowly winding it's way
On towards the Pacific at Venus Bay
In her early twenties near her physical prime
Her stay in this town will not be for a long time
The lure of nostalgia is a magnetic thing
She will return to South Gippsland by the end of the Spring
With chestnut brown eyes a beauty to behold
In Warrnambool she will not live to grow old
By November she will be home in Venus Bay
Where the Tarwin river silently winds it's way
Deep, dark and slowly crawling along
In the tribal flat lands of the Bunurong
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