(Jem Finer) The night is dark, the moon is full Across the blood red plain Every step and every breath Brings me nearer home The spirits watch me on my way They whisper on the wind And when the dawn lights up the sky I'll see my land again A hot wind blows the scrub and dust across the barren land Trees stand bare like skeletons The mountains all torn down The water holes are dry as bones No birds are singing now And faraway a city stands Tombstones against the sky Jem Finer
