John Farnham, Phil Buckle, and Ross Fraser



The tale is told, of a mighty land

Great tempest ocean, shifting sand

Of an ancient lore, in tribal might



After an age, of harmony

Came a reign, based on greed

They say that all roads lead to Rome



But now it's changing

Now the time has come



So spare your heart, bare your breast

For the light that fades, into the west

Once more shall rise, as glory dawns