Where The Tarwin Waters Flow

Through the flatlands and by tall gums and through paddocks where rank scrub grow The World is so much quieter where the Tarwin waters flow On it's journey in South Gippsland through the coastlands to the sea Through a land as old as time itself it flows eternally. Where the black tribes lived and hunted long before the white race came And even long before the first people when the Tarwin did not have a name Through the woodlands and the scrublands it slowly wound it's way To the saltwater of Pacific every night and every day. On a gray gum by the Tarwin white backed magpie's flute ring clear And the kookaburra laughing on a high branch somewhere near And the scrub wren he is chirping where the ferns and rank scrub grow In the woods of old Leongatha where the Tarwin waters flow. I am just a passing stranger who has stopped in passing through For a short walk amongst Nature and for to admire the view And where the butcherbird is piping I can hear the pale eyed crow Cawing hoarsely in the twilight where the Tarwin waters flow.