A brown to green old countryside out there
Quite similar one would not see anywhere
Cattle and sheep in fenced paddocks flat and wide
Where once the Dreamtime people did reside
In this countryside that could do with more trees
They lived and fished and hunted and had their corroborees
Till the paler foreigners that came from a distant shore
Did change their ways of life for evermore
But most things change and few things one could name
Through the centuries of time do stay the same
And who is to say in a hundred years from now
In this countryside there may not be a sheep or cow
Or marsupial, bird or even human being that would not be strange
Since we are in the age of Climate Change.
Quite similar one would not see anywhere
Cattle and sheep in fenced paddocks flat and wide
Where once the Dreamtime people did reside
In this countryside that could do with more trees
They lived and fished and hunted and had their corroborees
Till the paler foreigners that came from a distant shore
Did change their ways of life for evermore
But most things change and few things one could name
Through the centuries of time do stay the same
And who is to say in a hundred years from now
In this countryside there may not be a sheep or cow
Or marsupial, bird or even human being that would not be strange
Since we are in the age of Climate Change.
