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Pastel red to burgundy and spinifex to gold, |
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we've just come out of the Mulga where the plains forever roll. |
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And Albert Namatjira has painted all the scenes, |
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And a shower has changed the lustre of his land. |
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And it's raining on the Rock, |
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In a beautiful country, |
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And I'm proud to travel this big land, |
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Like an Aborigine. |
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And it's raining on the Rock |
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What an almighty sight to see, |
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And I'm wishing on a postcard that you were here with me. |
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Everlasting daisies and a beautiful desert rose |
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Where does their beauty come from heaven knows. |
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I could ask the wedge-tail but he's away too high, |
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I wonder if he understands it's wonderful to fly. |
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It cannot be described with a picture, |
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The mesmerizing colours of the Olgas. |
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Or the grandeur of the Rock |
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Uluru has power! |
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