The End of Long Beach, Robe, South Australia
4WD Cove, Near Robe, South AustraliaTuesday, May 01, 2007
The indigenous song
He sang a song I could not comprehend
The song of neither my time nor his
It was a song of pain
A song calling for freedom
A song calling for the elders to join him in his singing
Calling out to the elders he did
And looking up
He saw the grandeur of the mountains
As if the ghosts were to climb out amongst the rocks
And join him in his tune
Come save us he called
Come free us he sang
I could see them standing there
Tears upon their cheeks
And the sun upon their face
Come save us he called
Come free us he sang
I was among them
Like a lonely Shepard looking down upon his sheep
Deserted and condemned we stood
On this earth we became one
Our skin was different
But our sentiments
Became same
Our hope we sang
Our freedom we called
A new world beaming
Sentiments combined
We will not let them push us
We will not let our children down
Our hope became one
Our freedom was yet to come.
He sang a song I could not comprehend
The song of neither my time nor his
It was a song of pain
A song calling for freedom
A song calling for the elders to join him in his singing
Calling out to the elders he did
And looking up
He saw the grandeur of the mountains
As if the ghosts were to climb out amongst the rocks
And join him in his tune
Come save us he called
Come free us he sang
I could see them standing there
Tears upon their cheeks
And the sun upon their face
Come save us he called
Come free us he sang
I was among them
Like a lonely Shepard looking down upon his sheep
Deserted and condemned we stood
On this earth we became one
Our skin was different
But our sentiments
Became same
Our hope we sang
Our freedom we called
A new world beaming
Sentiments combined
We will not let them push us
We will not let our children down
Our hope became one
Our freedom was yet to come.
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