Explore my love, my life and  loyalties, find out my hearts true song.

My spirit wanders through the desert lands, seeking refreshing streams,

And somewhere near and somewhere long ago, my 'self' is made in dreams.

Beside a billabong at night, a stranger walks about who might be you or I, a kindred quest, 

Do we belong as clan, or guest?

I am white woman, young and beautiful, my babe has skin dark brown,

My mate's exotic, mix of everywhere, no more a remnant of the crown.

Exiled, banished, because of poverty, scandal, politics, and sin, 

I've died and risen, sought asylum, revived my spirit, fresh ideals to win.

Upon my soul lands' spirit's born.

Within my heart earth's early morn, awakes my youth,

And claims my years, it holds  my joy, soothes all my tears.

I'm born of dust of beaches, deserts, Australian through and through,

With  respect to our unique Dreamtime - creations' God in me and you.

I have no love or quest for other lands for here I now belong,

My soul was born on craggy mountain tops, it sings a desert song.

From dust I came, to dust degenerate -maybe red ochre, white sand, black loam.

In unity with earth and heaven, in truth I call Australia  home.