Native Born

Albert Namatjra painted Not so much the things he saw But what he felt inside and how he loved the Flinders Range The only thing he ever wanted The reason that he painted for Was that everybody share the dream His land would never change Ah but change it did and through the years They introduced some foreign plants Familiar things are strange While strangers play upon the lawn And mother land has shed her tears For lives that never stood a chance And Albert Namatjra cried, as we all cry The Native Born So bow your head old Eucalypt and Wattle Tree Australia's bush losing its identity While the cities and the parks that they have planned Look out of place because the spirit's in the land Look out of place because the spirit's in the land Do you remember Joseph Banks? Who stood upon this sacred earth And what he felt inside when he looked around and saw The land to whom we give our thanks Our mother land who's given birth To trees and plants and animals he'd never seen before? So bow your head old Eucalypt and Wattle Tree Australia's bush losing its identity While the cities and the parks that they have planned Look out of place because the spirit's in the land But no one knows or no one hears The way we used to sing and dance And how the Gum Tree stood and stretched to greet the golden morn And mother land still sheds her tears For lives that never stood a chance And Albert Namatjra cried as we all cry The Native Born We cry the Native Born