Singing Land - Dougie MacLean

The Dougie Maclean Collection

Singing Land

Your burning skies are never-ending

Across your red brush plains

Out where the dingo still is king and eternity remains

There between the old and ancient there’s an oasis bright

Your gentle children who have gone are close to me tonight

In your singing land, in your singing land

Shine on, oh shine on over me

There’s a feeling still and eerie, there’s a feeling strong

The path humanity has come and the path that he has gone

Me I am I am just passing three score years and ten

And I’m just a stranger who may never come this way again

Under the spell of caterpillar dreaming

New life shapes its form

Along the river’s naked banks

That are straining for the storm

Oh sacred rock, in thunder ocean

The tree of man grows clear

The woodlarks sing, the brolgas dance and

Dawn is slipping near