The Dreaming

The Dreaming "Bang" goes another Kanga On the bonnet of the van. (See the light ram through the gaps in the land.) Many an Aboriginie's mistaken for a tree, 'Til you near him on the motonvay, The tree begin to breathe. (See the light ram through the gaps in the land.) Coming in with the golden light in the morning. Coming in with the golden light is the New Man. Coming in with the golden light is my dented van. Woomera CHORUS - DRE-A-M-T-I-ME The civilised keep alive the terntonal war. (See the light ram through the gaps in the land.) Erase the race that claim the piace And say we dig for Ore, Or dangle Devils in a bottle And push them from the Pull Of The Bush. (See the light ram through the gaps in the land.) You find them in the road. (See the light bounce off the rocks to the sand.) In the road. Coming in with the golden light-in the morning Comin_e in with the golden light-with no waaring Coming in with the golden light-we bring in the rigging. Dig, dig, dig, away. CHORUS - DRE-A-M-T-I-ME M-M-Many an Aboriginie's mistaken for a tree (See the light ram through the gaps in the land) You near him on the motorway the tree begin to breathe. Erase the race that claim the place and say we dig for Ore. (See the light ram through the gaps in the land.) Dangle Devils in a bottle and push them from The Pull Of The Bush (See the sun set in the hand of the man.) "Bang" goes another Kanga on the bonnet of the van (See the light ram through the gaps in the land) You find them in the road In the road (See the light) Pull of the Bush (See the light bounce off the rocks to the sand) Push them from the-Pull of the Bush See the sun set in the hand of the man.