From Tierra del Fuego to Ungava Bay

the history of betrayal continues to today

the spirit of Almighty Voice, the ghost of Anna Mae

call like thunder from the mountains -- you can hear them say

it's a stolen land



Apartheid in Arizona, slaughter in Brazil

if bullets don't get good PR there's other ways to kill

kidnap all the children, put 'em in a foreign system

bring them up in no-man's land where no one really wants them

it's a stolen land



stolen land -- but it's all we've got

stolen land -- and there's no going back

stolen land -- and we'll never forget

stolen land -- and we're not through yet



In my mind I catch a picture -- big black raven in the sky

looking at the ocean -- sail reflected in black eye --

sail as white as heroin, white like weathered bones --

rum and guns and smallpox gonna change the face of home

in this stolen land...



If you're like me you'd like to think we've learned from our mistakes

enough to know we can't play god with others' lives at stake

so now we've all discovered the world wasn't only made for whites

what step are you gonna take to try and set things right

in this stolen land



stolen land -- but it's all we've got

stolen land -- and there's no going back

stolen land -- and we'll never forget

stolen land -- and we're not through yet



(Toronto, January 86)