The Dreaming

Bang, goes another kanga on the bonnet of the van

See the light ram through the gaps in the land

Many an Aborigine's mistaken for a tree

'Til you near him on the motorway

And the tree begin to breathe

See the light ram through the gaps in the land

Coming in with the golden light in the morning

Coming in with the golden light is the new man

Coming in with the golden light is my dented van

Woomera

The civilized keep alive the territorial war

See the light ram through the gaps in the land

Erase the race that claim the place

And say we dig for ore or dangle devils in a bottle

And push them from the pull of the bush

See the light ram through the gaps in the land

You find them in the road

See the lights bounce off the rocks to the sand, in the road

Coming in with the golden light in the morning

Coming in with the golden light with no warning

Coming in with the golden light, we bring in the rigging

Dig, dig, dig, dig away

M-m-many an Aborigine's mistaken for a tree

See the light ram through the gaps in the land

You near him on the motorway

And the tree begin to breathe

Erase the race that claim the place

And say we dig for ore

See the light ram through the gaps in the land

Dangle devils in a bottle

And push them from the pull of the bush

See the sun set in the hand of the man

Bang, goes another kanga on the bonnet of the van

See the light bounce off the rocks to the sand

You find them in the road

See the light ram through the gaps in the land

In the road, see the light

(Push 'em from the pull of the bush)

See the light bounce off the rocks to the sand

(Push 'em from the pull of the bush)

See the sun set in the hand of the man

Oh, Re mikayina