Sleep, Australia, sleep
The night is on the creep
Shut out the noise all around
Sleep, Australia, sleep
And dream of counting sheep
Jumping in fields coloured brown

Who'll rock the cradle and cry?
Who'll rock the cradle and cry?

Sleep, Australia, sleep
As off the cliff the kingdoms leap
Count them as they say goodbye
Count down the little things

The insects and birds
Count down the bigger things
The flocks and the herds
Count down our rivers

Our pastures and trees
But there's no need to hurry
Oh, sleep now, don't worry
'Coz it's only a matter of degrees

Fog, Australia, fog
Just like the boiling frog
As we go we won't feel a thing
Who'll rock the cradle and cry?
Who'll rock the cradle and cry?

Sleep, my country, sleep
As off the cliff the kingdoms leap
Count them as they pass on by
Our children might know them

But their children will not
We won't know 'til it's gone
All the glory we've got
But there are more wonders coming

All new kinds of shows
With acid seas rising
To kiss coastal mountains
And big cyclones pounding

And firestorms devouring
And we'll lose track of counting
As the corpses keep mounting
But hey, that's just the way this old world goes

Sleep, my country, sleep
As we sow so shall we reap
Who'll rock the cradle and cry?