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