We've just come out of the Mulga where the plains forever roll.And Albert Namatjira has painted all the scenes,
And a shower has changed the lustre of our land.
And it's raining on the Rock,
And it's raining on the Rock,
And I'm proud to travel this big land,As an Aborigine.
And it's raining on the Rock
What an almighty sight to see,
And I'm wishing and I'm dreaming that you were here with me.
Where does their beauty come from heaven knows.
I could ask the wedge-tail but he's away too high,
I wonder if he understands it's wonderful to fly
It cannot be described with a picture,
It cannot be described with a picture,
The mesmerising colours of the Olgas.
Or the grandeur of the RockUluru has power!
And it's raining on the Rock,
And it's raining on the Rock,
And I'm proud to travel this big land,
As an Aborigine.
And it's raining on the Rock
What an almighty sight to see,
And I'm wishing and I'm dreaming that you were here with me.
Lyrics John Williamson
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