Out There By The Brown Hills

Out there by the brown hills from here far away In a place that industrialization has passed by in truth one can say Beneath the weeds and grass under earth and stones Of some of Australia's first people lay the hidden bones In the home of the wallaby, echidna and kangaroo And the white long billed corella and the dark brown weerloo In a place they did love their undiscovered graves lay Without monument or memorial stone to honor their existence today Where they hunted made love and raised their families And in the warmth of the Summer had their corroborees Their stories unwritten in book for for to sell Seems a pity since of their lives they would have had great stories to tell Of the places they loved and lived in many centuries ago That today their spirits exist may even be so By the old brown hills where the weeds and grass grow In the home of the boobook owl and pale eyed crow From the smoke and traffic noise of the big industrial town By the far away hills that do look ever brown Under the earth and stones from sight hidden away The bones of Australia's first people do lay.