Additional Verses to Icehouse’s Great Southern Land

Great Southern Land

Verse:

Look upon the land and it will tell you its story: a story how its peoples came long ago.
You can listen to the wind from the mountains, blowing from the deserts to the hills of snow.
Stories of the farmer, of the migrant worker; stories of the convict and the refugee.
Stories of the tribes of the Rainbow Serpent, all living on an island bounded by the sea.

Chorus:

Great Southern Land. Great Southern Land.
Walking the hard road, made of rocks and sand.

Verse:

Look out on the hills and be hearing their voices. Listen to the rivers and their ceaseless flow.
Hear again the ocean that is endlessly breaking, murmuring the memories that oceans know.
Many peoples mixing: do they make us a nation? Many races today have their dwellings here.
Can such different bygone pasts combine to unite us? Or will growing divisions bring a future of fear?

Chorus:

Great Southern Land. Great Southern Land.
Walking different roads. Can we understand?
Will the ghosts of time, in the burning sun
Make a greater land? Or a lesser one?
Great Southern Land. Great Southern Land.

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