Back On Country

The wedge-tailed eagle circles high

Its spirit, it is free

Since I grew up, he's followed close

Wherever I may be

I feel the wind across my face

And touch it with my hand

No matter what your bloodlines

We belong to this land

Yeah

You might be black, you could be white

But come and join the choir

This feeling in your belly means

You're welcome at this fire

So many generations

Between us we can trace

Flow away like a river

Down to our dreamin' place

Back on country

Back on country, yeah

Your country might be a family farm

North Queensland patch of dirt

Or Kings Street in Newtown

Where they tucked away the hurt

Patient stories, different worlds

Of love, hate, and fear

With a single dream, how many tribes

All come together here?

Back on country

Back on country, yeah

It's a living thing, a giving thing

Older than time

This land, it owes us nothing

It's not yours or mine

So when the weight of the world

Is crowdin' up your head

Come and lose yourself

Maybe find yourself

Back on country

Back on country, yeah

Yeah, back

Back on country, yeah

Find yourself on country

Back on country, yeah