Collection of The Holmes à Court Collection
Walked and sang between earth and sky
From birth to where the spirits lie
Songlines singing the wind and rain
Her songs, blades of grass are named
To the trees and rivers they belong
Life is short but time to her is long
Political borders now cross these songs.
ILUA is slow to a man that knows
What their songs can sow and grow
Songlines are not a line in the sand
To a people that know the country they stand
Native title the law of the foreign man
Ancestry to the others
Who took the land?
Men like Vincent Lingiari unmoved make stand
Politicians will pass grains of sand, Earth in hand
To the First peoples of they're countries left on trial and survival
Their Lore not entitled by the privileged arrival
A history of denial
A Nation upholding down and under.
To those that sing the rain and thunder
Communities left divided by wealth
Mining land grabbing by force and stealth
Neglectful to the lands soul and health
Hi Vis and Big Biz claiming soil for toil
Draining its rock core and precious oil
From caretakers who guard ancient flames
Sacred trust they sing the lands they gave name.
Borders do not recognise song
Borders do not define where you belong
Border do not recognise the skin you’re from
Borders do not speak mothers tongue strong
Borders have got the land they’re on wrong
Borders be gone
Terra Nullius never existed
Stand with and by the resistance.