Broken Creek

Well we all seem to walk around and around
One looking up and one looking down
One looking left, one looking right
Wondering if it's gonna be alright
Is it gonna be alright

Well the moon come's up and the sun goes down
Another days' travel going round and around
These things are constant they're meant to be
Just like the rivers unlike you and me
Unlike you and me

But the Broken Creek well she flow's to the Murray
Next to the Goulburn but she's not in a hurry
And she sings her Songlines nice and slow
Just like she did from the day dot
The Broken Creek well she flow's to the Murray
Next to the Goulburn but she's not in a hurry
And she sings her Songlines slow
Just like she did from the day dot go

And the fish will swim
And the birds will play
Just like they have
Forever and a day
And the earth will rise and the water will flow
These little things that we really ought to know
You can burn it to the ground you can blow it to the sky
Ignore the warnings that are all around
That are all around

But the tides of history cannot be washed away
Not by any man woman or new day
The tides of history cannot be washed away
Doesn't really matter what you say
The tides of history cannot be washed away
Not by religion or political sway
The tides of history cannot be washed away

Long as the Broken Creek she flow's to the Murray
Next to the Goulburn but she's not in a hurry
And she sings her Songlines slow
Just like she did from the day dot
The Broken Creek well she flow's to the Murray
Next to the Goulburn but she's not in a hurry
And she sings her Songlines slow
Just like she did from the day dot go
The day dot go
The day dot go
The day dot go