"SOMETHING OF VALUE" -Eric
I can see the Southern Cross here below, bathed in it's light The Dreamtime land safe, snug and is sleeping Wrapped in and contentedness No discordant sounds disturb our While the gentle we've dispossesed are weeping
We it all by the gun and the sword By the of our race and in the name of our God Though as ourselves, transported, condemned None knew than we the injustice of men
We it all in our hunger and need by our past and consumed by our greed And left to beg for the scraps at our door While we called them drunkards and wasters and They've been drowning, drowning in tears for the last two years
From New Jerusalem to the land the tall ships came with human cattle in convict chains to bind In the grim fight just to alive Dreams must struggle to Few could see the glitt'ring prize before
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 from the chains of the To build of value, build something to last
This ancient land was a vast empty for the great writers of a brand new age The was ours to protect or profane A paradise lost, a paradise Now tell me, is here, two hundred years?
So now, the Southern Cross time to tally up the cost of what we've gained and 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 here's to us all, we're humankind who wander through life helpless and blind To our courage and cowardice, our humor and Our hundred steps forward, ninety-nine again
Yes to us all, the wise 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 years