I'm from Dharawal ngurra

I see the gugara resting on the powerline

With the breeze softly ruffling his feathers

I feel the wattle brush my shoulder

As I stroll through my ngurra

I shout ‘I’m from Dharawal ngurra’

and I’m proud here is where I belong.

I see the kookaburra resting on the powerline

With the breeze softly ruffling his feathers

I feel the wattle brush my shoulder

As I stroll through my home Country

I shout ‘I’m from Dharawal Country’

And I’m proud here is where I belong.