Whispering on the Wind


Listen to me, listen to me
whispered, maam-mmarang
rustling the leaves of Eucalyptus Macrocarpa
Listen to me, listen to me . . .
gather all maam and yok -
Djanga will build trail
along the beeliar
where kura Wagyl wandered
Listen to me, listen to me
whispered, maam-mmarang
Noongar kaartdijin
cannot be ignored
Since Nyittiny lore
whispered, maam-mmarang
It was the Waugal that made
maam and yok custodians of the land
Listen to me, listen to me
Djanga cannot learn in two hundred years
Kaartdijin songlines since Nyittiny

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