Native Born Albert Namatjira

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Albert Namatjira painted not so much the things he saw
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But what he felt inside and how he loved the Flinders Range
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The only thing he ever wanted the reason that he painted for
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Was that everybody share the dream his land would never change
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Ah But change it did and through the years they introduced some foreign plants
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Familiar things are strange while strangers play upon the lawn
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And mother land has shed her tears for lives that never stood a chance
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And Albert Namatjira cried, as we all cry the Native Born


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So bow your head old eucalypt and wattle tree
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Australia's bush is losing it's identity
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While the cities and the parks that they have planned
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Look out of place because the spirit's in the land
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Look out of place because the spirit's in the land


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


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So bow your head old eucalypt and wattle tree
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Australia's bush is losing it's identity
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While the cities and the parks that they have planned
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Look out of place because the spirit's in the land
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Look out of place because the spirit's in the land

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But no one knows or no one hears the way we used to sing and dance
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And how the gum trees stood and stretched to greet the golden morn
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and mother land still sheds her tears for lives that never stood a chance
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And Albert Namatjira cried as we all cry the native born
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We cry the native born