I Am Bululalatji

In the heart of Arnhem Land the red dirt leads the way With my band beside me we made our stage each day Through the gum trees and the scrub tales spun pure and true They called me Bululalatji the White Cockatoo From campfires in the twilight to dawn under the stars We sang of love and heartache beneath those Southern stars The Elders taught us wisdom in words so old and rare They gave me a new name with love and care Bululalatji fly high and free Singing songs of Arnhem Land for all its history With the band beside me in the outback's golden hue They gave this name of honor the White Cockatoo We travelled through the wetlands past rivers wide and grand Singing for the children who took us by the hand Kakadu's vast skies saw secrets of the night In every tune and melody the White Cockatoo The red rocks of those ranges echoed with our sound Each note a tribute to this ancient sacred ground From billabongs to bushlands the music flowed so true They called me Bululalatji the White Cockatoo Bululalatji fly high and free Singing songs of Arnhem Land for all its history With the band beside me in the outback's golden hue They gave this name of honor the White Cockatoo Bululalatji fly high and free Singing songs of Arnhem Land for all its history With the band beside me in the outback's golden hue They gave this name of honor the White Cockatoo