And you're happy and contented young and happy dark skinned
You don't know yet of thing called evil every day a new
And all you see are things of beauty through your innocent
Every day there's something different each day something
Frightened lizard called goanna for safety climb up gum tree
And you hear the wild dog howling in the long grass
And you run to tell your daddy 'that's the dingo son you
You love talking to your grand da, grand da with the hair
Tell you stories of the dreamtime of the centuries ago
How the magpie got her colours how the eagle soar so high
Why the roo must keep on hopping? why the emu cannot fly.
And the stories grand da tell you you'll tell your grandson
Why the mopoke and the frogmouth from the sun's lamp hide
Why the wombat goes on digging why glow worm in darkness
Why the parrot nest in tree hole, how echidna got her
Young and handsome dark skinned fellow you are happy and
And every day there's something different something new to
Now it's spring the birds are nesting and every day a new
And all you see is love and beauty through those innocent
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