Where The Hopkins River Flow

I hear the monotonous cawings of the glossy pale eyed crow And the sweet flute of the magpie where the Hopkins River flow Through green and fertile coastal lands near Warrnambool to the sea I love this grand old Country 'tis home from home for me This very ancient Country that inspire story, song and rhyme It was a very old Land even in the Dreaming Time Where the Indigenous people had their Corroborees In warm Summer evenings in the shadow of the trees On the last day of September a near to perfect day The coot and musk duck for their food diving on the Hopkins waterway Such beauty that's in Nature that inspires writers to write Stories and poems for others to read and to recite Of where the Hopkins River ever slowly winds it's way To the great Pacific ocean every night and every day.