E A
Albert Namatjira painted not so much the things he saw
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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
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Was that everybody share the dream his land would never change
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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
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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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