Bury my heart at Myall Creek,
An Australian identity, my own, I seek.
Looking into my nation’s past,
I come face to face with myself at last.
A nation invaded, never even knew,
Never wanted to know they were people too.
Took away their children, took away their lives,
Gave them instead alcohol and lies.
Our future is waiting within us all,
Our history, our legacy, our nation’s soul.
We have to own it, make it our own,
For all of us this is our only home.
Australia, I love you, this wide brown land,
You show the mark of the Creator’s hand.
Show us the way through our guilt and shame,
Give us, this land, a brand new name.
Find my heart at Myall Creek,
Find my heart at Myall Creek.
Being broken, being made whole,
We re-find at last our nation’s soul.
(c) GRAEME CORDINER