Swollen by recent heavy rain in flood waters of brown
To the sea near Griffith Island near Port Fairy Town
Through flat coastal paddocks the river crawls it's way
The Moyne ever babbles on by night and by day
The waterway that has inspired story and rhyme
It was very old even in the Dreamtime
In the Summer by the river in the shade of the trees
Australia's first people danced their Corroborees
Long before their way of life was to change forever more
At the arrival of the people from a distant shore
To the flat coastal lands where the Moyne waters flow
The home of the magpie and the pale eyed crow
The coots and little grebes dive in a river pool
Near Port Fairy Town twelve K's from Warrnambool.
To the sea near Griffith Island near Port Fairy Town
Through flat coastal paddocks the river crawls it's way
The Moyne ever babbles on by night and by day
The waterway that has inspired story and rhyme
It was very old even in the Dreamtime
In the Summer by the river in the shade of the trees
Australia's first people danced their Corroborees
Long before their way of life was to change forever more
At the arrival of the people from a distant shore
To the flat coastal lands where the Moyne waters flow
The home of the magpie and the pale eyed crow
The coots and little grebes dive in a river pool
Near Port Fairy Town twelve K's from Warrnambool.
