They're Catching No More PerchNo use going back to the quiet fishing holeWhere I used to catch big catfishWith a seasoned courage on poleAnd the old man eels lay hiddenIn the willow sheltered bendNow the creek bed's shallow silted upTell me where it all will endAll the banks are high and shadyAnd the water still is sweetBut they're catching no more perchIn old Nulla Nulla CreekNo use going back to the quiet fishing holeThey're catching no more perchIn old Nulla Nulla CreekAll the native trees are fallingFrom the valley wall so steepAnd the stands of giant cedarWere all taken years agoAnd the glory of the mountain ashSent crashing down belowThe mountain rains run downFrom the hill so old and bareThey're buried deep in the sandDeep below the sandy creek bed growing thereAnd there's no more timber forestsFor the likes of us to keepAnd there's no more perch for meTo catch in old Nulla Nulla CreekAll the banks are high and shadyAnd the water still is sweetBut they're catching no more perchIn old Nulla Nulla CreekBut they're catching no more perchIn old Nulla Nulla Creek