歌词
'Cause I'm dreaming of a land
That I wandered as a boy
Yeah I'm dreaming of a land
That I wandered as a boy
Where my grandad told me stories
And my father showed me some
And my great grand daddy is buried on a hill
Looking east towards the sun
But this southern dusty land
Was never ours to own
There were people here before
With stories of their own
And this land, it holds their culture
It is blood, it is bone, it is soul
Until the white man came
Planted a flag and said, this is now ours all to own
And we're sold to the lie of the pioneer spirit
Ignoring the true genocide
So I will not put my fist to my chest
Yeah I will decry Aussie pride
And this land it holds their culture
It is blood, it is bone, it is soul
And then the white man came
Planted a flag and said, this is now ours all to own
And we're sold to the lie of the pioneer spirit
Ignoring the true genocide
So I will not put my fist to my chest
I will decry Aussie pride
'Cause the blood in the sand is the blood on our hands
The blood in the sand is the blood on our hands
Terra Terra Terra
Terra Australis
Terra Terra Terra
Terra Australis