From the great gibber plain
To the Indian ocean
From the stones at my feet

To my sawn off emotions
Already gone
It's already been
We're free

From Gallipoli's cliffs
To the banks of the Thames
For those that are nameless
Their memory remains
How can we forget
What's already been
We're free

I can count on my hands and feet
All the ways to catch your spirit
Taking your flag down with the sun
Lest we forget

Like crimson turning to gold yeah
Like crimson turning to gold

Caught in the detail of losses and gains
You cannot abandon something so tame
It's already gone it's already been
We're free, we're free
I know we're free