Anderson / Howe / Wakeman / Bruford / Bacon)

In 1954 the British Government, in order to maintain the balance

of power between East and West, exploded their first atom bomb at

Woomera. They failed to contact all of the Aborigine peoples at

the time. The Aborigines still call this 'the day of the cloud.'



A new born land

Dreaming by the sky

The scent of colours

In the flowers



Believe it's small

In many ways

It holds the key

That divides the super powers



This road is never lonely

To ENGLAND they are tied

They were blasted by the Silver Cloud

There were blasted to the wall alive



This place, this place ain't big enough for stars and stripes



Counting out the statesmen

Bungling one by one

Spelling out this segregation

So the catchword be

Looking after number one

They release the fear inside

Are human after all

So begins our dream time

They hunted like the dinosaur

We the pure

They the savage innocent

How we crush our existence after all

Come on



For without them

We are lonely

This England we are blind

Like all the Empires crumble

Will surely change the tide



This place ain't big enough for red and white

This place ain't big enough for stars and stripes



This place - This place

This place is theirs, by their birthright

This place



The sun gives better reasons

United we are blind

To deliver our existence

Keep it up

Keep it up

This human tide, give it some



We can break the ties

Of recent changes

Know the ones who

Hold the key

Singing out the congregation

We are them and they are we



This place ain't big enough for red and white

This place ain't big enough for stars and stripes

This place

This place

This place is theirs by their birthright