Moyjil

A beautiful evening in early February In Moyjil overlooking the Pacific sea To the descendants of the Dreamtime of the Jundijtmara race Moyjil is and will always be a sacred place Overlooking the Bluehole where the waters of the Hopkins into the Pacific does flow Of the legends and stories of this beautiful place of few seem to know Where Warrnambool's first people hunted and fished up to two centuries ago That their ghosts do still live there may even be so To earthly utopia Moyjil must be near Where the mewing of the silver gulls and the rumbling of the ocean is all one does hear A place of great beauty on the high ground that to many is known Moyjil does have a quiet charm of it's own A place that was old even in the Dreamtime Moyjil that has inspired song, story and rhyme.