Dick Roberts
Written by Dick Roberts
Since the dawing of the dream time,
There’s been views and opinions,
But still the old gum stands.
It stands in resilience,
And reminds us of what we’ve got,
It stands together as one,
With its creek, if there’s water or not.
It stands tall,
in drought or flooding rain,
And only drops its limbs,
When its trunk is feeling pain.
Let not the Voice divides us,
Lets not drop a single limb,
Don’t let the powers that be,
Prevent us all to freely sing.
To sing of the dream time,
And the times that have been lost,
Lost to every Australian,
That journeyed to the southern cross.
Some came before the dreamtime,
Some came in shackled chains.
Some came to start a new life
Some came with tears and pain.
Let not Labor divide us,
For the old gum it came first.
We all come from different worlds,
Don’t let them put Australia in a hearse.
Vote No on the voice,
And keep us all together,
The gum tree needs the creek,
Like the creek needs wet weather.
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