When Last I Was In Dunkeld

When last i was in Dunkeld on an evening in the early Spring
The long billed corellas squawked on the gums and the grey shrike thrush did sing
And a freshening breeze from Mt Sturgeon blew through the Rural Town
And young boys in the play park chased a football up and down,
When last i was in Dunkeld dark grey clouds promised rain
But the water dams near empty and bone dry the roadside drain
And the pied currawongs piped karrawang as they flew from tree to tree
At the foothills of Mt Sturgeon birds one often hear and see
As the gateway to the Geriwerd Ranges Dunkeld has become known
And the little Town in the Southern Grampians Shire has a charm of it's own
In the woods by the hills the first Australians danced their corroborees
Centuries ago in the Dreamtime they danced around the trees
That was long before Dunkeld was born and though the indigenous tribes long gone
Their ghosts are in the mountains and their legend still lives on.