Yirrmala - Yothu Yindi

The vision of tomorrow shines, like the mirror on the wall

cast an image of my people dancing and survival was the law.

The shadows of the clouds move on, race by as I close my eyes

making shapes of our great ancestors, as the daylight leaves the sky.

Miyamala matjala, Ngathiya Djanngala, Liyawayma Marngarrngura, Nurmbernydja

Buwakurru.

Sometimes I think we’re poor boys here, got no money got no job

and at times when I might turn to drink, I lose my head but then I start to

think.

Miyamala matjala, Ngathiya Djanngala, Liyawayma Marngarrngura, Nurmbernydja

Buwakurru.

Miyamala matjala, Ngathiya Djanngala, Liyawayma Marngarrngura, Nurmbernydja

Buwakurru.

Going to pick it up