[Verse 1] Born from the dust of the deep crimson plains, Where the spirit is older than midsummer rains. We guarded the embers, we spoke to the sky, Long before white sails came billowing by. From the first morning light to the turn of the tide, We carry the fire of the country inside. [Chorus] For we are the mountain, the river, the sea, A million bright threads in a vast tapestry. From every far shoreline, under one sun, We are the many, and we are the one. [Verse 2] Carried on dark seas in irons and chains, We traded the lash for the wind on the plains. The farmer’s wife praying for clouds in the heat, The convict who broke through the dust of defeat. We built on the heartbreak, we broke through the clay, To find a new freedom at the end of the day. [Chorus] For we are the mountain, the river, the sea, A million bright threads in a vast tapestry. From every far shoreline, under one sun, We are the many, and we are the one. [Bridge] We are Namatjira with brush in our hand, Painting the white gums that watch over the land. We are Clancy out riding, and Kelly at bay, The myth and the music that won't fade away. The dream of the battler who stood through the storm, Keeping the heart of the narrative warm. [Verse 3] Now the desert wind blows through the canyons of stone, A land of sharp contrasts we call as our own. Through the years of the drought and the rush of the floods, The pulse of this continent runs in our blood. [Outro] Listen close to the silence, then lift up your voice, In the land of the future, we make our own choice. We are the many... We are the one.
