"SOMETHING OF VALUE" -Eric
I can see the Southern Cross While here below, bathed in it's The Dreamtime land safe, snug and tight is Wrapped in and contentedness No sounds disturb our rest While the gentle we've dispossesed are weeping
We took it all by the gun and the By the right of our and in the name of our God Though as ourselves, transported, condemned None knew better than we the of men
We took it all in our and need Enslaved by our past and consumed by our And left to beg for the scraps at our door we called them drunkards and wasters and whores They've drowning, drowning in their tears for the two hundread years
England's New Jerusalem to the Dreamtime land the ships came with human cattle in convict chains to them In the grim fight to stay alive Dreams must to survive Few could see the glitt'ring before them
We had it all in the of our hand A new hope, a new dream, a new life, a new One last chance to from the chains of the past To build of value, build something to last
This ancient land was a vast empty Waiting for the great of a brand new age The future was ours to or profane A paradise lost, a paradise Now me, is paradise here, two hundred years?
So now, beneath the Southern it's time to tally up the of we've gained and what we've lost forever Though much has gone we can't Those of us who love this Together now, must and face the future
So here's to us all, we're frail who wander through mostly helpless and blind To our and cowardice, our humor and pain Our hundred steps forward, ninety-nine again
Yes here's to us all, the wise and the The indifferent, the caring, the kind and the As we to the beat of an uncertain drum Stumbling towards we may yet become the brave new frontiers, of the two hundred years