Salt Pan Country

I've been through that coastal country where only saltbush grow The land of the huge salt pans like giant rings of snow In that vast part of South Australia revered as the Coorong To the people of the Dreamtime it always will belong. They say that sheep that live off of saltbush kill out as quite good meat And though tough the chops are tasty and rather nice to eat But in the vast expanses of the Coorong few ruminants one ever see Just miles of salt pan country by the great southern sea. In the Coorong of South Australia from here long miles away The black tribes lived and hunted their spirits still there today They lived in harmony with Nature before the new races came And this old Land of the Dreamtime Europeans have failed to tame. Down in the salt pan country a vast and empty place one still can sense the spirits of the Indigenous race Who hunted for their food there up to a few centuries ago Yet so little of their history us outsiders seem to know.