The Old Wannon

In the Geriwerd Ranges of scrub, bushes and trees Where the dark tribes once lived and had their corroborees The old Wannon River babbles on night and day Through the treed countryside to the sea far away As old as the land through which it does flow The age of the Wannon anyone does not know Poems and stories about it are written and told In the age of the dinosaurs it was very old Through the Geriwerd ranges towards the Pacific shore The old Wannon River will flow forever more The rivers are as old as the hills one might say Long before the first human being looked on the lamp of day For as long as the trees and the flowers and the grass has been growing The waterways to the oceans have been flowing.