"SOMETHING OF VALUE" -Eric
I can see the Southern Cross While here below, in it's light The Dreamtime land safe, and tight is sleeping in complacency and contentedness No discordant disturb our rest the gentle souls we've dispossesed are weeping
We it all by the gun and the sword By the right of our and in the name of our God Though as outcasts ourselves, transported, None knew better we the injustice of men
We took it all in our hunger and Enslaved by our past and by our greed And left them to beg for the scraps at our While we called drunkards and wasters and whores They've been drowning, drowning in tears for the last two years
From England's New to the Dreamtime land the tall came with human cattle in convict chains to them In the grim fight just to stay must struggle to survive Few could see the glitt'ring prize before
We had it all in the of our hand A new hope, a new dream, a new life, a new One last to break from the chains of the past To build of value, build something to last
This ancient land was a empty page Waiting for the great writers of a new age The future was ours to or profane A paradise lost, a paradise Now me, is paradise here, after two years?
So now, beneath the Southern it's time to up the cost of what we've gained and what lost forever Though much has we can't replace of us who love this place Together now, turn and face the future
So here's to us all, frail humankind who wander through mostly helpless and blind To our and cowardice, our humor and pain Our hundred forward, ninety-nine back 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 Towards the new frontiers, of the next two hundred