Wind in my head, wide open heart I stumble on ancient paths
Tracing circles in a random way There is method to the prey
Beside a river, on an empty beach Any place is within reach
Hold this moment, hold it clear Can you tell what happened here I see the old ones I see them proud I feel their love still in this ground
Foot prints beneath the city streets I hear them closing in my sleep
Walking forward with the past All the songs are in the stars
A forest temple, a mirrored lake In open desert I kneel and pray
We were bequeathed a sacred land But there are few who understand Keep it decent keep it whole DonÂŽt make a fist of freedomÂŽs home I see the old ones I see them proud I feel their love still in this ground
Irritja tjutaya kulinytja Palya nyinapayi Ngurraya palyangku kanylipayi Yuru Kapi ila Ngurra ngururrpa tarra Alintjarra, Kakararra, Ulpurarra, Wilurarra Kulinytjatjarra nyinapayi Alatjilaka nyinima kulinytjatjarra âOld people from the past used to always listen and live by their law
They looked after all the country. Near the sea or even in the centre, north, east, south and west They always were good listeners and respectful We should always be like that Listen and be respectful.â
Climatic change Slivers of shattered whitened glacial-ice Baked salted clay pans Human footprints Fading into the dark matter Of a universe beyond the heavens of cosmic chaos And human comprehension
The evolving present Is only the future path to the distant pasts Standing on the precipice of ideas Above the chasms of human consciousness
False prophets preach from pulpits in the temples of mammon The greed creed Consumes this earth planet
Respect the ancientness of wisdom Respect the old peoplesÂŽ guardianship of paradise!!