That Wood Belong To Me

They cut away the woodlet that wood belong to me
They cut away the wattles cut down my old gum tree
Evicted all the wild birds my magpie took to wing
And in wood by someone else's house my magpie now will sing.

My butcherbird is homeless he now must find new home
For many years the wood was his and there happiness he'd known
By man he was evicted his home he had to flee
And now he must live elsewhere fight for new territory.

Where are my ring tail possums? their trees have been cut down
Man took from them their happiness to build a bigger town
The few who escaped injury and left the wood alive
Must now stake out new territories in order to survive.

I thought that wood belong to me and to the birds of song
But other men thought differrently and they have done me wrong
They cut down the gums and wattles and they then bulldozed the ground
And my wood is gone forever and I hear no birds around.

Where is my yellow robin, shrike thrush and currawong?
To me they were familiar I knew them by their song
The trees were taken from them those trees to them belong
And they left the place forever when the saw men came along.

I used to wake each morning to song bird melodies
But whilst in school the saw men came and cut down all my trees
My wild friends were evicted they seek new territory
And I feel disappointed that wood belong to me.