Before the first breath, before the first flame They sang the world and gave it a name Footsteps carved through desert stone A melody etched in the earth alone The sky remembers every line Each star a verse, each ridge a sign We walk the path the elders drew Their voices echo in morning dew Follow the dreamline, follow the sound The old ones speak from underground Their stories circle, never end The songline calls us home again Not gods, not men—but something more They shaped the land with sacred lore And still they walk in dust and flame The earth itself recalls their name Follow the dreamline, follow the sound Across the sky, across the ground Their words are buried, not erased Just waiting to be re-embraced We close our eyes, and still we see The stars sing back in harmony The Dreaming lives, the circle spins The ancient song begins again
