Carra carra wirra canna de Rolf Harris

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