Where The Tarwin Flows Down To The Sea

The grey butcherbird he is piping on high branch of old grey gum tree In a paddock in that flat coastal country where the Tarwin slowly flows to the sea Between Inverloch and Tarwin Lower away from the traffic and noise No factory chimneys in these parts of Gippsland puffing black smoke to pollute the skies. The black tribes they lived around Tarwin long before the Europeans came Long before this flat coastal country was christened with an English name They had their own name for this country and in Nature's wild kingdom ranged free And they hunted and fished and lived happy where the Tarwin flows down to the sea. Man has changed the face of this landscape from what it was in long by gone days In the flat and wide paddocks of Gippsland the introduced ruminants graze But the Tarwin as ever flows onwards and it will flow forever more Through the paddocks of Southern Gippsland on it's way to the Pacific shore. The magpie's song heralds the morning as dawn's lamp is brightening the sky In this old and beautiful country where Nature's beauty meets the eye And where ever my travels take me to the memories will remain with me Of that place that I love in South Gippsland where the Tarwin flows down to the sea.