Be careful when you walk through this land
Because a child was born here
And a child was born there
Oh, oh, oh, oh yeah
Oh, oh, oh, oh yeah

Here lies the stains of the blood and the water
That come from the mothers for their sons
And their daughters, and their daughters

On a mountain and the valley down below
Across the open plain to the sea
The rivers and desert and the rainforest so green
I can see nativity

Baby girl rubbed in the ashes by the billabong
Where she was born
So that she will return
Oh, oh, oh, oh yeah

Should I walk softly in a garden of children?
Or scream like a madman and go rushing in?
No, I’ll remember all the mothers that lay here
And went through the suffering when new life begins

Be careful when you walk through this land
Because a child was born here
And a child was born there
Oh, oh, oh, oh yeah
Oh, oh, oh, oh yeah

Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Oh, can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?