Aboriginal


They roam across this great southern land,
Our children with bare feet on hot dry sand.
Places sacred, our hearts hold strong,
Ancestors sing us the Dreamtime songs.

Call to me my Country, country of my birth,
Hold me tight and safe, my Mother Earth.
From the hot sandy deserts, to the mountains tall,
Children of Australia one and all.

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