(Jem Finer)
The night is dark, the moon is full
Across the blood red plain

Every step and every breath
Brings me nearer home
The spirits watch me on my way

They whisper on the wind
And when the dawn lights up the sky
I'll see my land again


A hot wind blows the scrub and dust
across the barren land

Trees stand bare like skeletons
The mountains all torn down
The water holes are dry as bones

No birds are singing now
And faraway a city stands
Tombstones against the sky

Jem Finer