Man of this land by Stella p. Bell Lyrics
Man of This Land A Silhouette, stark, against a red evening sky, Motionless, standing with chin thrusting high, He looks so majestic, alone there he stands, Not a blink of an eye, or a move of his hands.
The sun it is sinking, the wind turning cold, He stands there surveying this land that is old, In one hand he's clutching a spear, long and slim, The other is holding a shield close to him.
He listens and hears all the sounds of the night, He knows of the dingo and what bird is in flight, He hears the sea pounding on the cold empty shore, And suddenly, silently, he is there no more.
As soft as a shadow, as swift as a bird, He's moving away, and will not be heard By the creatures that scurry along on the ground, He'll pass them by silently, never a sound.
Onward he'll go 'til the moon's riding high, He'll make not a sound, nor utter a cry, And then when the moonlight turns night into day, He'll leave not a sign that he passed on this way.
As the morning sun rises the desert is bare, Not a stone or a stick shows that he has been there, In this land that he knows, this land that now is So silent and empty, this land that is his.
The sun it is sinking, the wind turning cold, He stands there surveying this land that is old, In one hand he's clutching a spear, long and slim, The other is holding a shield close to him.
He listens and hears all the sounds of the night, He knows of the dingo and what bird is in flight, He hears the sea pounding on the cold empty shore, And suddenly, silently, he is there no more.
As soft as a shadow, as swift as a bird, He's moving away, and will not be heard By the creatures that scurry along on the ground, He'll pass them by silently, never a sound.
Onward he'll go 'til the moon's riding high, He'll make not a sound, nor utter a cry, And then when the moonlight turns night into day, He'll leave not a sign that he passed on this way.
As the morning sun rises the desert is bare, Not a stone or a stick shows that he has been there, In this land that he knows, this land that now is So silent and empty, this land that is his.