History Lives

History Lives Let me go at five in the evening Chasing the setting sun Across the Great Dividing Range Into the wild lands Where stars are brighter The skies are clearer And the air smells sweeter The aboriginal fires burn on the horizon The moans of the didgeridoo fill the air Even from so far away History still lives Let me travel west Following my instincts All the way to The Kimberleys A land, old when the Earth was young Where time has never changed Where history still lives