| The sun is blazing over head
The land is dry and parched No living thing for miles around They’re on an endless march The tribes of outback Queensland Survive the desert heat Where no other hardened man, dare to claim his peace They use amazing bush skills to trek across the land Using natural resources to feed their merry band If only you could take the time, instead of only doubt They’d show us wondrous things and dance Of how they came about The land is their very flesh and blood It’s sacred and unique We just don't seem to comprehend the beauty of this feat Australia has been their giant home for forty thousand years The Dreamtime is their holy past, they sing it for our ears If only we could understand, how this land’s their heart Maybe we could live in peace and share their wondrous past. |
| The sun is shining way up high
In a cloudless deep blue sky The birds are nesting in the trees Singing songs that gently please The mountain path winds down to me To take me there, in this wondrous dream The deep green grass does a graceful dance Sending me to a blissful trance No dreadful thoughts to hinder me In this lovely summer dream Way up high are snow covered peaks The view up here sets my mind at peace When my life is torn with troubled strife I wish to see this mountain side There's only beauty here to strike my eye And make my heart soar way up high. |
| With dreams and aspiration, I am a normal man
I’ll live, love and lose my life, just as time commands On this so short journey, just as every one I’ll learn of great discoveries and sometimes come undone Our time on this mortal plane is so unsure at best When our bell starts tolling, there’s dark unending rest So live you’re live with vigour, and play with joyful glee Enjoy yourself and make the best, for death is coming for thee |
| I come from a country of great expanse, from
city streets to country dance
Tis a many varied land, ranging forests to golden sand With deserts wide and pastured hill, snow caped mountains so spirit filled Many cultures has this land, almost as many as grains of sand Black and yellow, red and white come together without much strife. |