I am a Big country with lots to see
From the red dust plains to the white gum tree
There is a people as old as the land
Who see things unseen and see the greater plan
From a place of times gone by
To the now where things do die and where the dreaming has gone dry
The life that was is now all but gone
People Separate now in a place all alone.
Many come to see but see what?
For these days are empty compared to what we have forgot
Do do you see a Dead Heart
Or a people and a country still set apart.
After a trip to Uluru