Bang them sticks
sing our hearts out
Light the fire
And watch the Roo’s
Art work
in tradition
That has to be
good news
The northern psrt
of Australia
Is where
we make our home
How we are
the people
Free
And able to roam
With aspects
of the positive
Indigenous
all through
Weve taken
knocks a plenty
But still
come shining through
Born in our
great country
Our native
title we
Hear the
kookaburra
Out there
on the tree
Raised up
and impassioned
I make stuff
thats my thing
Axes spears
and boomerangs
It still makes
my heart sing
Maybe I’m old
and indigenous
But our culture
lives on we
Are the truest
spirit
Its where
we have to be
We have always
loved to live
Where our
spirit flies
We dance
our beads our masks
our songs
We embrace
the skies
Caring sharing
daring
To be ourselves
for we
Live now
in Undara
As free men
actually.