Native Born - Archie Roach
    Albert Namatjra painted
    Not so much the thinghs he saw
    But what he felt inside
    And how he loved the Flinders Range
    The only thing he ever wanted
    The reason that he painte for
    Was that everybody share the dream
    His land would never change
    But change it did and through the years
    They introduced some foreign plants
    Familary things are strange
    While strangers play upon the lawn
    And mother land has shed her tears
    For lives that never stood a chance
    And Albert Namatjra cried, as we all cry
    The Native Born

    So bow your head old Ecaulypt and Wattle Tree
    Australia's Bush losing it's identity
    While the cities and the parks that they have planned
    Look out of place because the spirit's in the land
    Look out of place because the spirit's in the land

    Do you remember Joseph Banks
    Who stood upon this sacred hearth
    And what he felt inside when he looked around and saw
    the land to whom we give our thanks
    Our mother land who's given birth
    To trees and plants and animals he'd never seen before?

    So bow your head old Ecaulypt and Wattle Tree
    Australia's Bush losing it's identity
    While the cities and the parks that they have planned
    Look out of place because the spirit's in the land

    But no one knows or no one hears
    The way we used to ding and dance
    And how the Gum Tree stood and stretched
    To greet the golden morn
    and mother land still sheds her tears
    For lives that vever stood a chance
    And Albert Namatjra cried as we all cry
    The Native Born
    We cry the Native Born

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