He love the unfenced land of his World flat and wide br The buzzing of the flies in his own countryside br The yap of the wild dog just as the sun goes down br The silence of the sky far from the lights of town. br br His people had lived here for sixty thousand years or more br Before the paler types came from that distant shore br To claim the Land as theirs yet in his tribal song br The land was always here and the land to none belong. br br He love the wide brown land of the country sparse in trees br To lay beside a rock and shelter from sun and breeze br And live the carefree life free of the clock's dictate br In one of the few places where time can be left to wait. br br He love the tribal songs and the old corroboree br And the Dreamtime stories by the campfire with his kin and family br And hear the male roos cough in the stillness of the night br In the brown timeless land amongst the peace and quiet. br br In the wide brown outback the land of the big sky br In this land he was born and in this land he will die br One of the last few Aussies his history he can trace br Back to the ancient Dreamtime of Australia's oldest race.