Gundungurra ngurra is like a nest

a home in the darrambang (gum trees)

With the protective gurragang (magpie) swooping below

 

Gundungurra ngurra (Country) is like a warm blanket

You throw over on a cold winters night

Cozing up by the ganbii (fire)

Listening to the soft crackle and budjang (birds)

Yelling out to the fallen bunyal (sun)

 

Gundungurra ngurra (Country) is the strong darrambang (gum trees)

Shaking and swaying, singing 

their whispered song into the wind

 

Gundungurra ngurra (Country) is the place where rolling hills

filled with lyrics, sang by the gundu (trees)

their songs being heard once more after they lost themselves

to the ganbii (fire), like a phoenix rising from their ash.