We came from afar to your beautiful land We shot you and killed you when you tried to hold out your hand We took your children cause we thought you were not fit And we laughed as you danced around the fires you lit Over two hundred years have long since past Not many full bloods remain only a lot of half casts Back then we broke up your tribes and put to work or in jail And many called you weak blacks when you became old or frail We know now we should of listened and learnt your ways Cause you nurtured this country of ours for many long days For thousands of years you lived for this land that you cherished And now looks what we have done to this land which has perished Can we together please call your dreamtime back? So it will give us the knowledge that we all lack The hot burning fires, parched arid and dry droughts and flooding wet rain All this troubled land somehow I think us whites are to blame It may be to late for sorry's or too late to make amends If we work together, all colours and races maybe this land just might not end I ask for us all, can you find it inside to forgive And help us make a new life where happily we all can live Don’t do it for us We alone don’t deserve a tomorrow Please don’t say no because of hatred or lack of trust Do it to heal your once pristine land, to heal its pain and sorrow And please do it for the love you have for this land, our sweet country The land that truly belongs to all you native Koori’s