How old is this Country would anyone know
Near the Town of Port Fairy where the Moyne Waters flow
On to Griffith Island to the Pacific Shore
It has journeyed forever and will forever more
On the banks of the river in the shade of the trees
Australia's First People danced their corroborees
Way back in the Dreamtime many centuries ago
Before European invasion history tells us so
By the slow moving waters the silence almost profound
The long drawn out cawing of a pale eyed crow the only living sound
On a faded branch of a dead wattle tree
This is a very old Country but a new one to me
The Moyne loses it's babble and darkens and crawls slow
As near to the ocean in silence it does flow
Through flat coastal paddocks it winds it's way down
On to Griffith Island by Port Fairy Town
Near the Town of Port Fairy where the Moyne Waters flow
On to Griffith Island to the Pacific Shore
It has journeyed forever and will forever more
On the banks of the river in the shade of the trees
Australia's First People danced their corroborees
Way back in the Dreamtime many centuries ago
Before European invasion history tells us so
By the slow moving waters the silence almost profound
The long drawn out cawing of a pale eyed crow the only living sound
On a faded branch of a dead wattle tree
This is a very old Country but a new one to me
The Moyne loses it's babble and darkens and crawls slow
As near to the ocean in silence it does flow
Through flat coastal paddocks it winds it's way down
On to Griffith Island by Port Fairy Town
