This is our home
Our roots go deep
Where our ancestors sleep
This is the land we've nursed for countless aeons
But never ours to keep
My tribe is crying
Our land is dying
But we can't leave
This is our home
We can't let our past go
We're left with your legacy
Wide awake, deep at our roots
While you move on exploiting
We'll sing lullabies for half a million years
When my son asks why, what will I reply?
But we can't leave
This is our home
We can't let our past go
But we can't leave
This is our home
If you like concrete alone
Then don't make your high lives depend
On that past that you let go