GUNDITJMARA LAND Silhouettes appear against the forest wall, Sunset fades through the trees rising tall, Old kangaroo brushes through that old bush track, Koala sits up in the gum tree scratching his back, He looks down yonder now for he hears a sound, Of Uncle Banjo walking on his native ground, This is my land, this is my home, It’s in my veins, it’s in my soul, Gunditjmara land, Gunditjmara land The smell of gum trees and fern trees young, Reaching out dancing towards the golden sun, Hear the birds singing echo through the trees, I sit there and listen in the evening breeze, Dark time now the night has fallen, Old mopoke wakes now, listen to him calling, Old spiritual one says “fear this bird’s sound” For he brings bad news homeward bound So many stories here to be told, Some happy, some being sad, some young and old, Our forest is like a school, we all learn from that land, And I’m proud to say that I am Gunditjmara clan.
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