WALKABOUT
Come with me on Walkabout to dream in unity
Two by two we'll learn the land by Dreamtime ministry
High up amid the gum trees tall a Kookaburra sings,
But not to laugh or play at all of merry gleeful things
He sings a song of woeful strains for he has lost his mate
He warbles to the air with pains to plea to Lady Fate
But no one can return his friend or fill this empty hole
Yet you and I can help him mend a harm'ny to his soul
Come with me on Walkabout to dream in unity
Two by two we'll learn the land by Dreamtime ministry
Way out far in the dusty bush we chance upon a trail
Three hungry dingo mobbed, ambushed a stalwart buru male
Three dingo dead now heaped upon the bruised and frightened roo
Shaken, beaten, and almost gone hopeless through and through
Come gently lay your hands to heal this hurting quaking beast
Give balm to calm and peace to still, green grass for him to feast.
Come with me on Walkabout to dream in unity
Two by two we'll learn the land by Dreamtime ministry
Beside the grassy billabong we spy a splendid sight
A gulung gray but somethings wrong what is this wombat's plight?
It wanders aimlessly to find his home, his safe burrow
But this old bloak appears is blind and knows not where to go
Let's call to him this wonky mole and let him hear our voice
We'll lead him back unto his hole to rest, remit, rejoice.
Come with me on Walkabout to dream in unity
Two by two we'll learn the land by Dreamtime ministry
For in the Dreamtime all are found and thus it makes us ponder
As we go on Walkabout we'll find all those that wander.
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