Home - Rydell

'The white man, he comes and goes.

He can go.

…But that’s our homeland for

thousands of years.

That’s our home, and we will never leave.

No matter how

contaminated it gets.

We live there!

We have always lived there and we will

always live there.'

This is our home — our roots go deep

Where our ancestors sleep

This is the land we’ve nursed for countless aeons

But never ours to keep

My tribe is crying — our land is dying

But we can’t leave — this is our home

We can’t let our past go…

We’re left with your legacy

Wide awake, deep at our roots

While you move on exploiting

We’ll sing lullabies for half a million years

When my son asks why, what will I reply?

But we can’t leave — this is our home

We can’t let our past go…

But we can’t leave — this is our home!

If you like concrete alone

Then don’t make your high lives depend

On that past that you let go…