Far, far away beneath a southern sky

where unfamiliar stars shimmered on high

and Uluru loomed through the pale moonlight

Anangu tribesmen danced for our delight.

 

They danced a tale of how they’d live and die

far, far away beneath a southern sky

their history not based on written word

but verbally so everybody heard

 

a chronicle of sixty thousand years,

survived by means of boomerangs and spears,

far, far away beneath a southern sky,

with courage that these tribes personify.

 

So is their culture relevant today?

The world’s in such a mess, it’s hard to say;

but in the end the answers surely lie

far, far away beneath a southern sky.