The River From The High Country

Through dry and brown paddocks and many a bush town
The river from the high country babbles on down
In the darkness of night and the bright lamp of day
To the Pacific Ocean many miles away
In Summer when the sun's lamp is glowing in the sky
And most of the creeks that do feed it are dry
The river from the high country at it's most low
Still down the brown gravel it ripples on slow
In heavy drought breaking rains it does overflow
And into a huge body of water does grow
It floods the bush town and the flat countryside for miles around
And animals for their safety move to the higher ground
From the high paddocks by the hill that are shrubby and brown
It flows to the sea by many a bush town.