Children of the Southern Land (Remastered Version)

Children of the Southern Land You don't need to cry Children of the Southern Land See that mornin' sky People of the Western World Hang yr' head 'nd cry People of the Western World You let the eagle fly (And she's way too high) (Comin' down) Look across the Western plains See the danger there They'll take yr' land, then take yr' soul 'Nd leave you with despair (Who's gonna' care?) Everyone's got big ideas About which way to turn They're hangin' on to their piece of ground They've got nowhere to run But Children of the Southern Land You don't need to cry Children of the Southern Land See that morning sky (See that morning sky!) Listen for the drummer's beat - Hear the bugle call But hold on to what you've got - Let the eagle fall (let it fall!) Children of the Southern Land Yr' days are passin' by Children of the Southern Land See that morning cry... (See the mornin' cry!) Bring it back to the land Give it back to the land You've got a child in yr' hand Bring it back... Goin' out in search of the wide, brown land Comin' back with more than dust in our hands...