Gazing out across this land
Birds fly from the palm of your hand
We walked through the South Melbourne Gardens
When you spoke my heart had to listen
Years I spent searching not knowing where to begin
Now I've found you, my brothers, my friends
One brother played me music on his didgeridoo
The other told me of the races held under the South Melbourne Moon
Where all the town's folk would gather
On weekends and holidays too
To watch and bet on the horses
As they raced around the park where we stood
Under the oak tree, it's branches our canopy
I picture the terrace houses filled with the jostling crowds
At the start of the 20th Century
When these oak trees first grew from the ground
Years I spent searching and now I've found a place to begin
Gazing out across this land