The Wannon

He is from the place where the black wattle grow Where the brown Wannon waters in the brown country flow On it's long winding journey to the Pacific shore In a babble that will be heard forever more The river that has inspired story and rhyme Was old in the age of the dinosaur and the dreaming time Close to it's brown banks in the shade of the trees In Summers centuries ago the first Aussies had their corroborees Since many Seasons of Nature have come and have gone But the brown Wannon waters keep babbling on Towards the Pacific many miles away In the brown and flat paddocks every night and day Through the home of wallaby, roo and the dark pale eyed crow To the distant ocean it forever will flow.