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“Story Teller”
Written by Dick Roberts
I’m just a story teller,
I ain’t no Namatjira,
my painting is with words.
I pour my heart into songs,
Hoping one day they’ll be heard,
Remembering a way of life,
An era, now lost to dust and dirt.
I tell of the stories,
of the Snowy Mountains high,
The bushman and the battlers,
And how they lived their lives.
I tell all the stories,
Of our once great country,
And how we squandered everything,
To be part of the global elite.
I tell the stories of my family,
And the friends that I have,
So they’re not forgotten ,
And forsaken as our history has.
I tell the story of the drovers,
That opened up this land,
Together with the indigenous,
To find water in the sand.
I tell the story of my neighbours,
Who lost their only son,
To fight a war so far away,
A life given, but asked for none.
I tell the story of the Anzacs,
And how brave our soldiers were,
To leave Australian soils,
And fight our enemies afar.
I tell the story of our brumby,
And his worth to our country,
And how he has earned his right,
To forever, live wild and free.
I tell the story of my father,
And everything he did,
How to love my mother,
And how to make a quid.
I tell all these stories,
Because it’s important to see,
What made us so bloody special,
And the reasons that we’re free
And just maybe someday,
Someone, will tell the story of me.
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