(Jem Finer)

The night is dark, the moon is full

Across the blood red plain

Every step and every breath

Brings me nearer home

The spirits watch me on my way

They whisper on the wind

And when the dawn lights up the sky

I'll see my land again



A hot wind blows the scrub and dust

across the barren land

Trees stand bare like skeletons

The mountains all torn down

The water holes are dry as bones

No birds are singing now

And faraway a city stands

Tombstones against the sky

Jem Finer