Red Earth Stories

(waruuu) The red dirt roads are calling out my name

This ancient ground remains the very same

The wind is singing through the desert oak

Words of fire and of rising smoke

Singing the dreamtime lines across the sky

(eh-ya) Under the southern cross we watch them fly

We belong to the earth we walk upon

From the oldest dawn to the modern song

We read the tracks along the dusty clay

Lessons of the old ones leading the way

No silver, no gold,

just the sacred tree

Holding the spirits

of you and me

Singing the dreamtime lines across the sky

(eh-ya) Under the southern cross we watch them fly

We belong to the earth we walk upon

From the oldest dawn to the modern song

(eh-ya, eh-ya) We belong to the earth