DreamtimeJohn KirkpatrickLong ago, long ago all in the Dreamtime And the earth was filled with the glory of their voices And the language of the land was the glory of the ground And the air was pure, filled with beating wings And the water was clear filled with swimming things And the ground was clean above and below And the earth was filled with the glory of their voices And the language of the land was the glory of the ground And the year turned round, salmon came to spawn Now on the earth the wilderness is shrinking And the people of the earth, they(we) have lost their(our) way of listening But the song goes on above and below |