The Old Powlett River

From the hills above Kilcunda in it's babbling tongue of brown The old Powlett river it winds it's way down Through the flat coastal scrub land to the Pacific shore Where it has flowed forever and will flow forever more The river that has inspired song, story and rhyme That was very old even in the Dreamtime In long gone Summer days by the river in the shade of the trees South Gippsland's first people The Bunurong danced their corroborees But no corroboree dancing by Powlett river today Time always brings with it changes it does seem this way On towards the Pacific where the coastal scrub grow The old Powlett river to the Pacific does flow The waterway that has inspired song, story and rhyme That was very old even in the Dreamtime.