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Singing Land - Celtic Spirit
Your burning skies are never ending
Across your red brush plains
Out where the dingo still is king
And eternity remains
There between the old and ancient
There's an oasis bright
Your gentle children
Who have gone are close to me tonight
In your singing land
In your singing land
Shine on oh shine on over me
There's a feeling still
And eerie there's a feeling strong
The path humanity has come
And the path that he has gone
Me I am I am just passing
Three score years and ten
And I'm just a stranger
Who may never come this way again
In your singing land
In your singing land
Shine on oh shine on over me
Under the spell of caterpillar
Dreaming a new light shapes its form
Along the river's naked banks
That are straining from the storm
On sacred rock in thunder ocean
The tree of man grows clear
The woodlarks sing the woodlarks dance
And the dawn is slipping near
In your singing land
In your singing land
Shine on oh shine on over me
In your singing land
In your singing land
Shine on oh shine on over me
