"SOMETHING OF VALUE" -Eric
I can see the Southern tonight While here below, in it's light The Dreamtime land safe, and tight is sleeping in complacency and contentedness No discordant disturb our rest While the gentle souls 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 we the injustice of men
We took it all in our and need by our past and consumed by our greed And left them to beg for the scraps at our While we called them and wasters and whores They've drowning, drowning in their tears for the last two hundread
From England's New to the Dreamtime land the tall ships with cattle in convict chains to bind 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 palm of our 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 land was a vast empty page Waiting for the great of a brand new age The future was to protect or profane A paradise lost, a paradise Now me, is paradise here, two hundred years?
So now, beneath the Southern it's to tally up the cost of what we've gained and we've lost forever Though much has gone we can't Those of us who this place now, must turn and face the future
So to us all, we're frail humankind who wander through life mostly and blind To our and cowardice, our humor and pain Our steps forward, ninety-nine back again
Yes here's to us all, the and the fools The indifferent, the caring, the and the cruel As we to the beat of an uncertain drum Stumbling what we may yet become the brave new frontiers, of the two hundred years