Aussie Folk Song

No answers in the breeze No silent words to please sorry No bottles no wattle No gold and no green Our dignity forgot Our flag set to toss Our victories frame us Our history shames us Now sold our spirit lost Now sold our soul the cost And in this time of chants Silence sits the dance No dreaming just screaming A golden age no chance Our fears are near the top and Our prejudices crop Celebrity and bigotry Well we've got the bloody lot Our spirit now sold is lost Now sold our soul the cost The lucky country please The cultures crash and squeeze Adopted US ease our like disappear Now sold our spirit the cost Now sold no welcome here The Southern Cross on high Anzac pride defy Inner city socialists are telling us with wine Our aussie folk tale told Our future yet untold Now sold our spirit lost Now sold our soul the cost The futures there to make But forward we must face The futures there to take Don't leave it all to fate Our soul our spirit lost Our soul our spirit lost Our soul our spirit lost