Iím sleeping the dream of the ages
I was old when Australia was born.
My image on primitive pages
In ochre and rockdust is drawn.
You think you can drink of my water
Believe you are one with my land?
Then come to the rocks of my dreaming
And enter my world where you stand.
Iím dreaming the night of the twilight
As I stir in my place in your mind.
I speak in the shadows as my light
Is shining for me and my kind.
You hope you can sit on my hilltop?
And hold paradise in your palm?
Then come to the edge of my rainbow
Perhaps I will do you no harm.
Nightmares may come in the suntime
As you stand on the roof of my will.
Believe if you may in the one time--
And hope I am drowsing here still.
life and pay for your taking
give of your sweat to the stone--
never wake me from dreaming
now I'm forever alone.