Woomera

Chorus - DRE-A-M-T-I-ME

The civilised keep alive the territorial war.
(See the light ram through the gaps in the land.)
Erase the race that claim the place
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
Coming in with the golden light - with no warning
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.