E A Albert Namatjira painted not so much the things he saw E B7 But what he felt inside and how he loved the Flinders Range E A The only thing he ever wanted the reason that he painted for E B7 E Was that everybody share the dream his land would never change A Ah But change it did and through the years they introduced some foreign plants E B7 Familiar things are strange while strangers play upon the lawn E A And mother land has shed her tears for lives that never stood a chance E B7 E And Albert Namatjira cried, as we all cry the Native Born B7 A So bow your head old eucalypt and wattle tree E B7 E Australia's bush is losing it's identity B7 A While the cities and the parks that they have planned E Look out of place because the spirit's in the land A E Look out of place because the spirit's in the land A Do you remember Joseph Banks who stood upon this sacred earth E B7 And what he felt inside when he looked around and saw E A the land to whom we give our thanks our mother land who's given birth E B7 E To trees and plants and animals he'd never seen before? B7 A So bow your head old eucalypt and wattle tree E B7 E Australia's bush is losing it's identity B7 A While the cities and the parks that they have planned E Look out of place because the spirit's in the land A E Look out of place because the spirit's in the land A But no one knows or no one hears the way we used to sing and dance E B7 And how the gum trees stood and stretched to greet the golden morn E A and mother land still sheds her tears for lives that never stood a chance E B7 E And Albert Namatjira cried as we all cry the native born B7 E We cry the native born
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