The Colours of Country

When I wake up in the morning,
I see the pilk-purriyn.
I begin to dream,
About the fun I’ll have today.
I really like the moment,
When the mirri comes up smiling.
What I like about the morning,
Is the colours in the sky.

Marra-narrap and dan-garabil,
Blue and white together,
The sky is beautiful.
Mix em together and what do you get?
The Colours of Country.

What I like about the daytime,
Is to see the trees a swayin.
I begin to dream,
About the birdies living there.
I really like the moment,
When I climb to the top of the canopy.
I get to gaze,
As far as my eyes can see.

Wurr-warrin and djirrala-bil,
Brown and green together,
Growin in the soil.
Mix em together and what do ya get?
The colours of Country.

What I like about the evening,
Is to see the campfire burning.
I begin to dream,
About the stories we will tell.
The coals are burning,
I can smell the fish a cooking.
I love the feeling,
Of being safe and warm.

Wurrgarrabil and dirk-warrabil,
Red and black together,
Food on the grill.
Mix em together and what do ya get?
The colours of Country…eeeee……..eeeeeeee