My country, your country.

Home to the young and the old,

watch as her trees grow strong and bold.

Hear the wind whistle in your ear,

as you watch the skies clear.

We may pollute her beautiful features,

but she will continue to be our teacher.

Let her land stretch fair and wide,

as the oceans tides rise.

My country, your country, our country.

Taken from native bearers,

and given to the current "carers".

The ocean stripped of her sea life,

and now the ground is bare.

We watch as she fights for her young,

we cut down the native gum,

while we fight with our guns.

Why can't we just share the land?

She is now completely bare.

This is our country!