We belong to the land of precious plants and grains of sand, we all make up our own, and our story's in the place where we have grown. Through the heat, wind and rain, in deserts, forests, coastal plains, we have made our stand, a harmony of living with the land. There's an emu in the sky, don't close your mind, don't close your eyes, you can see it in the night, surrounded by a shower of light. When the moon is new, all the stars are seen, the emu's in the spaces in between. Our dream time we pass on, a world of wonder, dance and song, and at our journey's end, we own family lore and sharing with our friends. The moon is the light of the night, and its fields trickle down through the trees. Through the heat, wind and rain, in deserts, forests, coastal plains, we have made our stand, a harmony of living with the land. There's an emu in the sky, don't close your mind, don't close your eyes, you can see it in the night, surrounded by a shower of light. When the moon is new, all the stars are seen, the emu's in the spaces in between. We belong to the land, all creatures, plants and grains, the sand, the earth, make up our home, and our story's in the place where we have lived. Thank you.