
Australian
1902 – 1981
In the dim light of the crescent moon,
I strode the high hills of Ercildoune.
Through the lakes and the waters’ song
Soft words they whispered ‘Buninyong’.
In the dim light of the crescent moon,
I strode the high hills of Ercildoune.
Through the lakes and the waters’ song
Soft words they whispered ‘Buninyong’.