The Dark Tarwin River

In the places of the wallaby and the pale eyed crow It crawls through the flat country deep, dark and slow It has inspired writers to song, story and rhyme The dark Tarwin River so ancient in time On long gone Summer days in the shade of the trees South Gippsland's first people had their corroborees They danced to the strains of the didgeridoo In their dances of Nature from the movements of emu and wombat and roo Many centuries centuries before the first white strangers came And called their country South Gippsland by name Yet the honor of South Gippsland's first people their tribe does retain And by the dark Tarwin waters their ghosts do remain And the old Tarwin River flows on night and day Towards the Pacific near Tarwin Lower and Venus Bay.