Tribe - Luka Bloom

I hope the rain holds off just for today

I hope it doesn’t rain on your parade

Kick up your white heels and wave your flags around

Kick up your white heels parading in our town

Oh, where is my tribe

Oh, where is my tribe

All around the side streets, needles look for veins

Where bullets found their mark in old rebellions

Others stand saluting, saying this is who I am

A piece of cloth, a field, an island

Oh, where is my tribe

Oh, where is my tribe

Joyce lies in Zurich, Beckett lies in France

What anthem has the tune to their dance

Who is my tribe, is it only green

Or is it in the rainbow of my dreams

Oh, where is my tribe

Oh, where is my tribe

My tribe is the swallow, flying to be home

My tribe is the heron, who never feels alone

My tribe is in Pine Ridge, my tribe’s in Alice Springs

My tribe is in the heartbeat of all things

Home’s a place inside, I take it with me

I meet my tribe wherever I may be

It’s good to lay your head down outside

It’s good to dance around the tribe

Oh, where is my tribe…