From the recording Spirit of Place
Lyrics
Children of the Southern Land
You don’t need to cry
Children of the Southern Land
See that morning sky
People of the Western World
Hang your heads ’nd cry
People of the Western World
You let the eagle fly
Way too high
Look across the western plains
See the danger there
They’ll take your land, then take your soul
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
Listen for the drummer’s beat
Hear the bugle call
Hold on to what you’ve got
Let the eagle fall continued
Children of the Southern Land
Days are passin’ by
Children of the Southern Land
See that morning cry
Bring it back to the land
Give it back to the land
You’ve got a child in y’r hand
Give it back
Goin’ out in search of the wide, brown land
Comin’ back with more than dust in our hands