Ancient Mountains Lyrics - John Williamson

by John Williamson 

Where ancient mountains are whittled down 

Millions of years to a little mound 

Where giant feet are fossil found 

I see spinifex surfing on a dune, 

The rock is redder in the afternoon 

Tourists clicking madly soon 

Where spring will come with any rain 

A chance to flower and seed again 

Forever garden risin' plain 

The dangers of the wild remain 

And away up there where the wind is blown 

Never before felt so alone 

More aware of skin and bone 

I watch the parade of human folk 

Strips of rubber, cans of Coke 

Making dust and blowing smoke 

Where the awe-inspiring power of time 

Leave some fearful, some sublime 

White man finds his progress prime 

Black man feels no urge to climb 

Now I believe we all are one 

Features and creatures in the sun 

Breathing the air we all belong 

I have a dream I can't explain 

Wattle soldiers, making claim 

And paradise returns again