Native Born Albert Namatjira

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Albert Namatjira painted not so much
 the things he saw
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But what he felt inside and how he 
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loved the Flinders Range
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The only thing he ever wanted the 
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reason that he painted for
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Was that everybody share the dream 
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his land would never change
Ah But change it did and through the
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 years they introduced some foreign 
plants
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Familiar things are strange while 
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strangers play upon the lawn
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And mother land has shed her tears 
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for lives that never stood a chance
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And Albert Namatjira cried, as we 
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all cry the Native Born


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So bow your head old eucalypt and 
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wattle tree
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Australia's bush is losing it's 
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identity
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While the cities and the parks that
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 they have planned
Look out of place because the 
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spirit's in the land
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Look out of place because the 
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spirit's in the land


Do you remember Joseph Banks who 
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stood upon this sacred earth
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And what he felt inside when he 
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looked around and saw
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the land to whom we give our thanks
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 our mother land who's given birth
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To trees and plants and animals 
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he'd never seen before?


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So bow your head old eucalypt and 
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wattle tree
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Australia's bush is losing it's 
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identity
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While the cities and the parks that
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 they have planned
Look out of place because the 
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spirit's in the land
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Look out of place because the 
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spirit's in the land

But no one knows or no one hears the
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 way we used to sing and dance
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And how the gum trees stood and 
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stretched to greet the golden morn
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and mother land still sheds her 
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tears for lives that never stood a 
chance
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And Albert Namatjira cried as we 
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all cry the native born
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We cry the native born