Ten years older, ten years faster moving
You remember all the short-cuts through the bush
Ten years older, ten years warmer
Now the geese fly round in circles ‘cross the river
Go South, I cry to the big black swarm
Go South, I cry to the seasons
But they won't go and they swarm along the banks of the river
Ten years older, same old church is standing
Between our two houses after all this time
Ten years older, same old families preying
On the others - all that money sure don't give you cla**
Go South, I cry to their chemical storm
Go South, I cry to their mansions
But they won't go and they swarm along the banks of the river
Ten years older, ten years faster moving
No more natives in this valley, no more fishes swimming
Ten years older, ten years warmer
You remember waters rising, you remember elders crying
Go South, they cried to our wagons
Go South, they cried to our mothers
But we won't go and we swarm along the banks of the river