"SOMETHING OF VALUE" -Eric
I can see the Southern tonight While here below, bathed in it's The Dreamtime land safe, snug and 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 of our race 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 hunger and Enslaved by our past and by our greed And left to beg for the scraps at our door While we called them drunkards and wasters and They've drowning, drowning in their tears for the last two hundread
From England's New to the land the tall ships came with human in convict chains to bind them In the grim fight just to stay Dreams must to survive Few see the glitt'ring prize before them
We had it all in the palm of our A new hope, a new dream, a new life, a new One chance to break from the chains of the past To build something of value, something to last
This ancient land was a vast page for the great writers of a brand new age The was ours to protect 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 what we've gained and we've lost forever Though has gone we can't replace Those of us who this place Together now, must turn and the future
So to us all, we're frail humankind who wander through life mostly helpless and To our courage and cowardice, our humor and Our hundred 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 towards we may yet become Towards the new frontiers, of the next two hundred