Thursday, February 25, 2016

History Lives


History Lives

Let me go at five in the evening
Chasing the setting sun
Across the Great Dividing Range
Into the wild lands
Where stars are brighter
The skies are clearer
And the air smells sweeter
The aboriginal fires burn on the horizon
The moans of the didgeridoo fill the air
Even from so far away
History still lives
Let me travel west
Following my instincts
All the way to The Kimberleys
A land, old when the Earth was young
Where time has never changed

Where history still lives
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