Written At Lake Condah Mission

The birds still sing as their ancestors years ago The chock of wattlebird the caw of crow And the one other remaining link to long gone years The gum and wattle trees still growing here. And the only link here to a long gone Race Is a dark skinned man who now care take the place And I white man feel taint of white man's shame Where black man's ghost and skeleton remain. And signs of white stone mason all around The walls of cottages they built on black man's ground They had a vision in their earlier day Of changing black man from his natural way. This Country once to dark skinned man belong And I feel some guilt at the white man's wrong And I feel some guilt at the white man's sins Against the natives with the darker skins. And some white men found strange ways of having fun They oft rode off on horse back in the sun Into the bush to seek their ill renown By gunning poor defenceless people down. In Lake Condah the magpie sing the same Song as his ancestors sang before the white man came In peaceful place where gum and wattle grow A link to past times centuries ago.