John Williamson - Raining on the rock

^EbPas^Ab/Ebtel red to burgundy and spinifex to gold, ^EbWe’ve just come out of the Mulga where the plains forever roll. ^Ab/EbAnd Albert Namatjira has painted all the scenes, ^EbAnd a shower has changed the lustre of our land.

^Ab/EbAnd it’s raining on the Rock, ^EbIn a beautiful country, ^Ab/EbAnd I’m proud to travel this big land, ^EbAs an Aborigine. ^Ab/EbAnd it’s raining on the Rock ^EbWhat an almighty sight to see, ^Ab/EbAnd I’^Ebm wishing and I’m dreaming that you were here with me.

^EbEve^Ab/Ebrlasting daisies and a beautiful desert rose ^EbWhere does their beauty come from heaven knows. ^Ab/EbI could ask the wedge-tail but he’s away too high, ^EbI wonder if he understands it’s wonderful to fly. ^Ab/EbIt cannot be described with a picture, ^EbThe mesmerising colours of the Olgas ^Ab/EbOr the grandeur of the Rock ^EbUluru has power!

^Ab/EbAnd it’s raining on the Rock, ^EbIn a beautiful country, ^Ab/EbAnd I’m proud to travel this big land, ^EbAs an Aborigine. ^Ab/EbAnd it’s raining on the Rock ^EbWhat an almighty sight to see, ^Ab/EbAnd I’^Ebm wishing and I’m dreaming that you were here with me.