The Old Wannon River

On the fence post in the paddock the black pale eyed crow
Is cawing in the gloam where the Wannon waters flow
On through the Southern Grampians to the Pacific shore
A journey destined to last forever more,
By woods where the magpies pipe their flute like song
And through scrublands and paddocks it journeys along
An old river that was old in the Dreaming time
That has inspired the poets and the song men to song and to rhyme,
The old Wannon river it babbles it's way
Through the ancient old country by night and by day
In droughts and dry Seasons it has often been low
Yet on it's sea going journey it trickles on slow
And the Seasons like the People they come and they go
But the old Wannon river forever will flow.