Australia

Australia, coloured stone Is washing away, washing away Rivers of blood, rivers of dust Flowing away in the seasons flood Ancient trees they're coming down They're chopping away, they're chopping away Rivers of blood, rivers of dust Blowing away with the white mans lust And we're treading a thin line, we're walking a long thin line We're treading a thin line, we're walking a long thin line We're treading a thin line, we're walking a long thin line We're treading a thin line Australia, coloured stone Is washing away, is washing away Rivers of blood, rivers of dust Flowing away in the seasons flood The southern cross lights up our sky The land beneath is torn and dry Turning to dust before our eyes And we're treading a thin line, we're walking a long thin line We're treading a thin line, we're walking a long thin line We're treading a thin line, we're walking a long thin line We're treading a thin line Dust flies in the firelight Feet stamp, hold that dance pole right We will dance, she will sing We will remember Will it be too late, too late, to stop it all washing away And the tears that stain her face Rivers Australia, coloured stone Is washing away, washing away Rivers of blood, rivers of dust Flowing away in the seasons flood The southern cross is turning round She sweeps our tracks from the dancing ground Marking a way for the new day And we're treading a thin line, we're walking a long thin line We're treading a thin line, we're walking a long thin line We're treading a thin line, we're walking a long thin line We're treading a thin line