Ancient Mountains Lyrics

by John Williamson
Where ancient mountains are whittled down Millions of years to a little mound Where giant feet are fossil found I see spinifex surfing on a dune, The rock is redder in the afternoon Tourists clicking madly soon
Where spring will come with any rain A chance to flower and seed again Forever garden risin' plain The dangers of the wild remain
And away up there where the wind is blown Never before felt so alone [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/ancient-mountains-lyrics-john-williamson.html ] More aware of skin and bone I watch the parade of human folk Strips of rubber, cans of Coke Making dust and blowing smoke
Where the awe-inspiring power of time Leave some fearful, some sublime White man finds his progress prime Black man feels no urge to climb
Now I believe we all are one Features and creatures in the sun Breathing the air we all belong I have a dream I can't explain Wattle soldiers, making claim And paradise returns again