Carra Carra Wirra Canna

There's a lake in south Australia, little lake with lovely name

And the story woven round it, from the piccaninnies came

Every night the native mothers croon this lovely lullaby,

Croon across the moonlit waters, to the star up in the sky

Carra Barra Wirra Canna, little star upon the lake

Guide me through the hours of darkness, keep me safely till I wake

Piccaninnies' heads are nodding, drowsy crooning fills the air.

Little eyes at last are closing, And the boat of dreams is there.

Guide my boat across the waters, Cross the waters still and deep,

Light me with your little candle, safely to the land of sleep

Carra Barra Wirra Canna, little star upon the lake

Guide me through the hours of darkness, keep me safely till I wake