Australia

Australia, coloured stone
Is washing away, washing away
Rivers of blood, rivers of dust
Flowing away in the seasons flood
Ancient trees they're coming down
They're chopping away, they're chopping away
Rivers of blood, rivers of dust
Blowing away with the white mans lust

And we're treading a thin line, we're walking a long thin line
We're treading a thin line, we're walking a long thin line
We're treading a thin line, we're walking a long thin line
We're treading a thin line

Australia, coloured stone
Is washing away, is washing away
Rivers of blood, rivers of dust
Flowing away in the seasons flood
The southern cross lights up our sky
The land beneath is torn and dry
Turning to dust before our eyes

And we're treading a thin line, we're walking a long thin line
We're treading a thin line, we're walking a long thin line
We're treading a thin line, we're walking a long thin line
We're treading a thin line

Dust flies in the firelight
Feet stamp, hold that dance pole right
We will dance, she will sing
We will remember
Will it be too late, too late, to stop it all washing away
And the tears that stain her face
Rivers

Australia, coloured stone
Is washing away, washing away
Rivers of blood, rivers of dust
Flowing away in the seasons flood
The southern cross is turning round
She sweeps our tracks from the dancing ground
Marking a way for the new day

And we're treading a thin line, we're walking a long thin line
We're treading a thin line, we're walking a long thin line
We're treading a thin line, we're walking a long thin line
We're treading a thin line