Crooning her own girl thoughts and dreams
The young girl Wanda,
Grinding nardoo with the women
Softly chanted her simple song
Of all she hated.
'I hate d**h and the going away'
All sad endings.
I hate things that have no joy,'
Said the young girl Wanda.
'I hate sunset bringing the dark
That is full of secrets,
I hate silence of desolate places,
Swamp-oaks sighing by lonely waters,
And tree graves,'
Said the young girl Wanda.
'I hate old men's rules and laws,
Old wrinkled faces,
The elders who no longer know
What the young know,'
Said the young girl Wanda.
'All time too much hate, you,'
Said the old gin Onah.
'Tell us what you love.'
'I love joy of life,
I love arms around me,
I love life and love,'
Said the young girl Wanda.
'I love all young things,
The young dawn, not the grey day dying.
The white of daybreak on awaking waters.
I love happy things,'
Said the young girl Wanda.
'High eagles, the light in eyes we love,
The camp crying for joy when one returns.
I love colour, berries yellow and red,
The gra** when it is green,
The blue that is on the kingfisher,
And a bright flower for my black hair,'
Said the young girl Wanda.
'But most of all my strong lover I love,
And his arms under me.'