Now the land is bare and brown
And the wind blows empty cross the plains
I have walked these plains for the whole memory of my soul

And the soul of my mothers
And the soul of my father’s fathers
We have been the life of these plains, ghosts on these plains
The wind once full
The grass once green
There were plants in our hands
The time seems so long ago, now
Where is the rich dark earth brown and moist?
Where is the smell of rain dripping from gumtrees?

Everything familiar is gone
Everything I counted on
I can’t run
I can’t swim away from this land
Where is the rich dark earth brown and moist?
Where is the smell of rain dripping from gumtrees?
Where are the billabongs?
The long legged birds?
Where are the rivers, they used to flow clear
Now they’re eaten by mud
Who will save us?
From the rabbits?