Children Of The Southern Land Lyrics

Children of the Southern Land
You don't need to cry
Children of the Southern Land
See that mornin' sky

People of the Western World
Hang yr' head 'nd cry
People of the Western World
You let the eagle fly
(and she's way too high)
(comin' down)

Look across the Western plains
See the danger there
They'll take yr' land, then take yr' soul
'Nd leave you with despair
(Who's gonna' care?)

Everyone's got big ideas
About which way to turn
They're hangin' on to their piece of ground
They've got nowhere to run

But Children of the Southern Land
You don't need to cry
Children of the Southern Land
See that morning sky
(see that morning sky!)

Listen for the drummer's beat
- Hear the bugle call
But hold on to what you've got
- Let the eagle fall (let it fall!)

Children of the Southern Land
Yr' days are passin' by
Children of the Southern Land
See that morning cry...
(see the mornin' cry!)

Bring it back to the land
Give it back to the land
You've got a child in yr' hand
Bring it back...
Goin' out in search of the wide, brown land
Comin' back with more than dust in our hands...