Think man the people's history, is drafted down on paper
We keep our legends in a place we feel they will be safer
Many moons ago, in a time that we call dreaming
Our ancestor's paved the way and showed us nature's meaning
Dreaming in the dreamtime, our history is this land
Dreaming in the dreamtime, look close it's in my hand
Dreaming in the dreamtime, our history's told in story
Dreaming in the dreamtime, this land, reach with all our glory
How are we to know, which animals to eat?
How are we to know, which ones form good meat?
How would we have known, the sacred words and rhymes
The answers were passed on to us, from our dreaming time
Dreaming in the dreamtime, our history is this land
Dreaming in the dreamtime, look close it's in my hand
Dreaming in the dreamtime, our history's told in story
Dreaming in the dreamtime, this land, reach with all our glory
Each animal has it's legend, from each tradition stands a tale
We whisper chants into the wind and across our land they sail
For over 40,000 years we dance beneath the hot sun
But when the settlers first arrived they claimed this land belonged to no-one
Dreaming in the dreamtime, our history is this land
Dreaming in the dreamtime, look close it's in my hand
Dreaming in the dreamtime, our history's told in story
Dreaming in the dreamtime, this land, reach with all our glory
Dreaming in the dreamtime, our history is this land
Dreaming in the dreamtime, look close it's in my hand
Dreaming in the dreamtime, our history's told in story
Dreaming in the dreamtime, this land, reach with all our glory
Dreaming in the dreamtime