"SOMETHING OF VALUE" -Eric
I can see the Southern Cross While here below, bathed in it's The Dreamtime land safe, snug and is sleeping in complacency and contentedness No discordant sounds our rest While the gentle souls we've are weeping
We took it all by the gun and the By the right of our and in the name of our God as outcasts ourselves, transported, condemned None knew better than we the of men
We took it all in our hunger and Enslaved by our past and consumed by our And them to beg for the scraps at our door While we called them and wasters and whores They've drowning, drowning in their tears for the last two years
From New Jerusalem to the Dreamtime land the tall came with human cattle in chains to bind them In the grim just to stay alive Dreams struggle to survive Few could see the prize before them
We had it all in the palm of our A new hope, a new dream, a new life, a new One last chance to break the chains of the past To something of value, build something to last
This ancient land was a vast empty for the great writers 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 Cross it's to tally up the cost of we've gained and what we've lost forever Though much has we can't replace Those of us who love this Together now, must turn and face the
So to us all, we're frail humankind who wander through mostly helpless and blind To our courage and cowardice, our and pain Our steps 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 march to the beat of an drum Stumbling towards we may yet become Towards the new frontiers, of the two hundred years