Where? (Live in Sydney, 2015)

Now the land is bare and brown

And the wind blows empty cross the plains

I have walked these plains for the whole memory of my soul

And the soul of my mothers

And the soul of my father’s fathers

We have been the life of these plains, ghosts on these plains

The wind once full

The grass once green

There were plants in our hands

The time seems so long ago, now

Where is the rich dark earth brown and moist?

Where is the smell of rain dripping from gumtrees?

Everything familiar is gone

Everything I counted on

I can’t run

I can’t swim away from this land

Where is the rich dark earth brown and moist?

Where is the smell of rain dripping from gumtrees?

Where are the billabongs?

The long legged birds?

Where are the rivers, they used to flow clear

Now they’re eaten by mud

Who will save us?

From the rabbits?