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